I motioned for him to come in, thank god he did. I would have died if he left!He followed me in, I boldly slid my hand between his legs, he was soft. ...h my, he must really be nervous. I thought about sucking his cock but was wary of letting him look at the top of my head, what if the mask tilted while I tried to get his cock in my throat. I couldn't let him see his mothers face on his cock. Even if that was what he was thinking! I brought one of his hands up to my left breast. I began palming. My good friend Rod was in a period of his life where he was doing a lot of photography of some really gorgeous amateur female models (nudes, of course). Rod and I first became acquainted online when I was interested in photo modeling. We later met in person. I won't go into details of any of that, as it is most certainly the makings of another whole story. Suffice to say, that we met at a time when I had many special needs. I had been going through a long drawn out ugly divorce, and needed a. 8 ft tall. I was a regular visitor to her home as her son was my close friend as his college was too far most of the time he’s not present at home. His dad is a government servant who often travels a lot mostly comes at late in the night.I spend a lot of time at Jason’s house both in his presence and absence both me and his mom used to talk very frankly with each other and she often praises me for my smart look and regards me as the best looking boy in our locality. Mostly I go to Jason’s home. I will lend my voice when I get home.It surely isn't how I expected life to unfold when I wrote that letter to Becky many years ago, but if I don't reflect too deeply, it's better.Let me start at the beginning. I the first of a set of twins born about seven AM on April 19, 1983, unfortunately my mom died minutes after my sister was born. As we got older dad, Robert Vincent Hayes, explained that mom had died from a previously undiagnosed heart condition - and that we should not blame.