He asked if i really couldn't cum unless I was being fucked and I said yes. I told him when someone fucks me its like they are doing me a favor so I ...ould cum. He asked if I ever have a problem finding someone to help out. I said I had a neighbor who helps, but I'd rather do it with someone I really like. He said he would offer to help me, but for him fucking was sharing intimacy and there would have to be a desire to share intimacy and not just a way to get off. I looked into his eyes and. He was a solid six foot, two hundred pound hunk of muscle. I wondered what he was packing in those gym shorts he was wearing. We had a pleasant evening, good eats, cold beer, good company and lots of laughs.I don’t know if my wife noticed that Baxter was in good spirits lately. He was not mean or condescending throughout the barbecue. He had a good time and so did we. I went into the kitchen at one point and seeing Baxter at the counter, I walked over and patted and squeezed his ass.He laughed,. He needed some relief from that undercurrent of pain right now and healso felt a strong need to check out his junk. For some reason, justafter he finished talking, he had felt a quick stinging sensation inhis shorts when he walked away from Tony and he had no reason that hecould think of for why he would feel that sensation. He knew thatsomething was feeling off about it though and he needed to see what itwas.When he walked into the stall he noticed that there was not as muchgraffiti decorating. I willsometimes refer to you as Angie, or perhaps Angel. Asyou gain self-awareness you may wish to choose yourown name. If this occurs, let me know and we'll seewhat we can do about it."She said, "I like the name you have chosen, master."Oh-oh, better nip this in the bud! I told her,"Angela, you are here to be my companion, not myslave. Please don't call me master. Refer to me asKevin or as Mr. Wilson on formal occasions."As the years went past, Angie and I became theclosest of friends. I.