“Okay. I’ll give Bruno a call.”“Good plan. Later.”“See you.”I hung up, feeling unsettled at Pete’s mood. I dialed numbers again, despi...e my waning enthusiasm.“Hello?”“Bruno, it’s Matt.”“Oh hey man, what’s up?”“I have a question for you. But first, what the hell is up with Pete?”“Huh?”“I just called him, and he seems like he’s on drugs.”Bruno laughed. “Because he probably is high.”“Really? Like right after school?”“Yeah, well...” he said vaguely.“Is he like a complete pothead these days?”“I. Sie kommt mir endlos vor. Schlie?lich h?lt der Transporter. Die Fu?fessel wird gel?st. Ich muss aussteigen. Da ich nichts sehen kann, werde ich gef?hrt. Wir betreten ein Geb?ude. Drinnen nehmen sie mir den Sack vom Kopf. Wir sind offensichtlich in einem stillgelegten Fabrikgeb?ude. Sie nehmen mir den Knebel heraus und erkl?ren mir, dass ich hier nach Herzenslust schreien kann. Sollte ich das allerdings tun oder den Mund aufmachen, um etwas zu sagen, w?rde ich unbarmherzig hart bestraft.. He was close now and fully naked. I knew that he lusted in making me wait. I could see his already hard, huge, pre-cum dripping erection. He was excited to see me as the girls would say!I was anxious, aroused and intensely stimulated while somehow trying to be patient. He took my chin. I looked up at him with a still somewhat innocent smile and he told me what to do. His words were direct and rather naughty. I did my best to tease him with my tongue, but I also selfishly wanted to taste him. Randy explained a little bit. He told me that everyone produces mucous in their lungs, but people with CF produce so much and it’s so thick that they can hardly breathe. Then he told me that he probably wouldn’t be able to have c***dren. I remember asking him, “But you’ll be okay, right?” He told me if he took his medication like he was supposed to, he would do okay. I didn’t ask anymore questions and told him he should never hide anything from me again. Then he asked me if I was going to break.