She continued, “By the way, big brother, you have a beautiful cock and a gorgeous ass.”“You have a seriously amazing set of cheeks on you," I bl...rted out before I could stop myself. I paused, taking a breath to catch my thoughts. “And my ass is sore! What made you think I’d be okay with getting fucked?”“I sort of figured the drugs would release your inhibitions and relax you. You aren’t going to disown me now, are you?”I paused in eating my toast. Then, I placed my plate back on the tray. It took several years for any physical contact with my cock and balls. It was always done playfully, to feel the smoothness of the skin, around and on these items, or to set off some swinging or bouncing motion. On occasion, I received a gentle slap, or tug, on my cock, to the amusement of all. A few years back, I needed to have my prostate removed, and could no longer amuse them with an erection. This is when each one of them gave my cock a gentle caress, to comfort it for its loss of. How the fuck do I know 'when'? I stumbled around thinking about an answer. "Well ... I guess in the last few days and..."I had never seen this kind of look in her eyes before, and I thought I'd seen 'em all: from spitting fire two years ago when she walked into the cheerleaders room and caught me nailing Samantha Teagarten. And let me tell ya, her 'garten' was having a party THAT day. Anyway, what was I sayin'? Oh yea. She was really mad then, even though we were only dating a few weeks.To the. 4, and I've been known as the school pot head. But this kid was 10x worse, he was in my grade and I've known him for about 11 years or so. He was apparently a coke head and also was rumored to be a dealer. I was worried about Lindsay, but at the same time, if I showed concern for her, then she might know. I couldn't let either one of those things happen, she could potentially fuck up her life by doing that shit, or she could potentially fuck up my life if I told her the truth. So I had no idea.