"You about ready?" asked Mark my older brother how had just arrived to say goodbye to me."Yeah, just about," I said looking about my room to see if I'... forgotten anything."Sure going to miss you," he said and wrapped his strong arms round me and kissed my cheek."Me too," I said, for he had kept my bed warm on many a cold night."I'll carry this down for you," he offered and he picked up my case.Within the hour I was kissing everybody goodbye and my tears ran down my face. I started the car, one. A hard dick is a compliment"He than switched to a picture with a lady in the middle of the men. She was holding two of the guys balls. This was when I first started noticing the pain between my legs. It wasn't the same pain as a cut, but I had no other way to describe it. He than switched to a moving picture with the guys member disappearing into the girls mouth. "Mr Jones, my pee pee, hurts?" Mr. Jones responded with a chuckle. "You probably just need to sit down." He patted his knee, and I. I was going to have to teach her how to use it before I left. Mom and Dad had chipped in but they got Betts a waffle-maker and a new coffee pot as well. I gave Mom and Dad a photo I'd had framed of me with my girlfriends last spring before everything went to hell. I also gave them a certificate for one dinner party and one night with me out of the house. I grinned. That one would work two ways.I was flat-out shocked when they gave me a certificate for one night with them out of the house. They. He looked at my hands for a minute, and said to me “I bet you’d give a great handjob”.I shrugged it off, thinking no more of it, and took a swig of my drink. I told him I’m not into that sort of thing, and changed the topic. Throughout the rest of the night, I kept thinking about it, about giving him a handjob. I never thought I was gay, but for some reason, I was somewhat interested in it.After a while, I started to get ready to go home, and he did the same. We got outside and I hung around.