Even more painful than my divorce or my parents' deaths. More painful because my negligence and inattention allowed it to happen to my little brother....In between sentences, I picked at the soup and salad but Shameera was riveted and merely picked at her salad after hurriedly devouring her soup with appreciative moans of ecstasy."The head varsity football coach pressured Con to try out and he did, making the team as starting wide receiver and almost beating out a senior for starting linebacker,. He looked at Abby who gave a slight nod. He took her soft hand and she led him to his bedroom.Abby followed and let the door remain open. Hanna was quite nervous, she’d been with only one man for sex, Dan. Brad took her in his arms and kissed her. “We don’t have to do this if it makes you uneasy.”“Thank you, but I have wondered what it might be like with you and Abby has said it’s alright with her.”“That’s because she loves pussy as much as cock.”Brad took the hem of her low cut top and lifted. Picked on and humiliated, I spent the remainder of the day after school in my room crying. My ass-kissing brother fit right in. He was instantly in the “popular” crowd and was out with his new friends. My mother, Anna, came home from work at about seven. “What's wrong Chuck?” With a fountain of tears cascading down my face I screamed “Why did you let me go to school dressed like that?! You're from the city! You know how people dress here. Everyone made fun of me! I wish I were fucking dead!”. .I did.As those of you who read my stories will know, my sexual exploits and awakenings have developed with my neighbour Dave. He took me from being a bit bi-curious, to loving cock and cum, and finally to enjoying the feeling of his hard length inside me. Of course that has only happened once, but most enjoyable all the same.I saw Dave again, in the street outside, just before Christmas, and he sadly informed me that he will be moving house later this January. I felt a little sad at the news,.