I’m not getting into a car with him again. I’m feeling pretty comfortable in my body, so we’ll see how it goes at the airport. Then I’m off to...Cleveland.Where do you go when you die?No one even saw me at the airport in Savannah. I walked through the checkpoints and the security scan without even being spoken to. Just waved along.I caught a cab and paid $40 for a ride to my apartment in Cleveland. I can’t wait to get back to Seattle where I can drive a car. That reminds me, I need to make a. The idea of driving my cock into a tight asshole and seeing the guy’s reaction. Or being underneath and feeling whatever it was that made some guys eagerly take dick in their ass. The following events took place during the summer after I turned 18.There was a nice couple that lived down the street from us (For the purposes of sharing this story I will call them “Fred” and “Frieda”.) They were both in their 50’s. Fred was “semi-retired” and only went to his office a couple of days a week. (I. Thanks mom!”“You’re welcome sweetie.” And she left my room.That was the weirdest conversation I ever had with my daughter. There was another one too.A couple of days after Catherine’s birthday, she came back and asked more. “Hey mom. You got a minute?”“Sure come on in. “So, please don’t be mad, but when my friends and I were down in the basement hanging out, they showed me porn. Is that sex? They also showed me masturbating and they made fun of me for not doing it.”“Well that’s a lot to unpack.. I’m also Tolliver Cordial, Barry’s younger brother,” a tall, slim fellow, immaculately dressed, presented himself.“Damn, so am I ... was I until recently, I mean. Long story on that ... I’m Lewis Cadorn,” Lewis declared, “want to join us?”“Sure, why not? Where are you going?” Tolliver replied.“Wales ... that’s a long story, too,” Lewis noted.“Tolliver’s our peace officer, our Sheriff, so who would replace him?” Barry inquired.“Me. I’m Wilbur Junior, aka Junior. I don’t have any real.