Not on my pitiful income, I chuckled to myself. When Grant returned with two cups of steaming hot coffee, he asked if I would like to join him out of...the deck. I followed him out and we sat together on a very comfortable futon. We talked more about each other’s hopes and dreams while listening to the wave’s crash against the shoreline. It is so peaceful out here. Grant takes the cup from my hands, looking into my eyes, we kiss again, this time our tongues searched out each other’s, and a fiery. Just let me put the tip in."Before I could respond, I could feel him adjust his stance and take aim at my puckered opening. With his head lined up, he thrust back and forth against it with gradually increasing pressure."That's how it always starts," I said. "I'm not falling for that one."He laughed. One hand travelled down and began stroking my dick and the other played with my nipples. "I'm serious. Just let me put it in there for a little while."I didn't say anything more as I relaxed against. So when my car broke down about two weeks ago I was not a happy campier. The thought of having to take the bus everywhere did not appeal to me at all. The thought of sitting around for twenty minutes for a bus to come was not my idea of fun. All that changed one day when I had to catch a bus to get across town for a very important meeting. When I got to the bus stop, the bus that I needed to get on had already arrive, but there was no sigh of the bus driver. I waited a few minutes before I. The family was finishing packing the minivan for their roadtripto Chicago. Immediately I noticed Laurie's absence; though certainly for the best in the end, myheart sank a bit silently.So, the four of us had a nice little lunch together in the early afternoon, Becky's mom and dadpolite enough not to dwell on my size so much. I knew her parents liked me, and seemed tothink we'd end up together once I got over my "health issues". I tended to be vague on detailsregarding my diagnosis, but I think.