I.'s that I knew were alcoholics or failed policemen looking to scratch out a living on the edges of society.Most of the stuff I did was sheer bullshi... and boredom but now and then an interesting scenario did arise that sort of compensated for all the crap. I had lost contact with "Julie" my eighteen year old muse with the tightest pussy I had ever navigated. She gave me a line about going to her family up in El Dorado to see if she was ever going to get her long-promised trust fund. She was. There was embarrassment about her wiping his cock after peeing, his bottom after evacuating his bowels, and as if the act itself wasn’t enough to humiliate him, the after-care would prolong his agony. And then the ignominy of bathing him, of seeing all the intimate and private details of his person that would normally be hidden from her eyes at his stage of life. But what could he do? He had to submit to her touches, her accidental brushes and caresses of his genitals, and knowing all the time. Next Ed said, "I'm going to get a book and have you copy one page from it."Ed went to the bookshelf and picked out a book. He was looking for something simple and found just the thing. Actually it was an instruction manual on how to open and close the windows in the room. He passed it to Paul. Paul glanced at it and immediately started typing rapidly at the keyboard. He rose and went to the window and followed the instructions he had typed."You see gentlemen, if Paul types something, he knows. Maybe he's a pervert but, actually I like it nice and smooth.Yes, last year. We started dating in March of last year and he first got my top off about a month after. That's when I fell in love. Not so much with him, more with having my boobs sucked. As soon as he started in on my tits, well, I was rubbing the lump in his pants, just like so many of us do, I guess, and soon, he had it out and I was jacking him off.I'd never seen a boy cum before and, well, it was wild. I just loved being able to.