I loved every second of it. Then suddenly he stopped.I didn’t think he had ejaculated. Surely there would have been some sign of that, moaning, grun...ing, panting. He was in me to the hilt and just remained there for a minute. I raised my head and looked back at him. He pulled his cock out of my ass and I squeezed it tight. He pushed on me sideways encouraging me to roll, so I did. I looked down at his throbbing cock and saw how red and swollen it was, but no cum in the condom. I realized he had. You’re in the real world for once and we’re all real men who’ve been through real shit.”I looked around but nobody would look back at me.So I continued.“Where was God’s window when my parents died and I was forced to live with a family of assholes? Where was the window when Big Bob beat me for forgetting to close the barn door? Where was my window when Fat Margaret made me model in my underwear? Huh?”Pastor Paul didn’t reply right away but kept my stare. I could tell he was considering his. I did find some color, but it was far short of the mother lode everybody thought was here.After two weeks of looking around, I started thinking about what I was going to do with Jake’s place. It was evident from his letter that Jake didn’t want the place sold off. I had the same feelings, but I couldn’t decide if I wanted to stay year-round, or if I would treat it like a summer cabin.I was sitting on the porch enjoying the sun and thinking about what I should do when I heard a low growl from. The town wasn’t big either, but she always managed to have a different name each week without repeaters. Dillon, my best friend from high school and my head chef would ask who I was fucking and if he could get in on ‘that’. He laughed that whoever it was must have good pussy to change such a prick like myself into a nice boss, finally. Each time he’d ask I’d lie and say no one, but he knew me better than that.Things changed at home as well. My Morgan had actually picked her grades up in.