As we looked down we saw two of the older neighborhood boyswalking by. They had a reputation for being bullies and ifthey had seen us, I am sure they ...ould have beaten us up forplaying "faggot" games. Somehow the excitement made it evenmore fun for me.When I was about ten, I remember going to the beach with myfamily. I brought along my friend, Bob, and we put down ourtowels a couple hundred yards from my mother and sisters. Iwas wearing a baggy, boxer-style swim suit but as usual, Ididn't have. Trusting, as when you were a child, you feel safe and protected in my arms. Gently drying you with a warm, plush towel, I caress your sensitive skin until you are tingly and more aroused than before. Slowly, kissing you everywhere, your passion quickly builds to a boiling point. Your soft moans deepening and flaming my desire as I carry you to the balcony. Cradled in my arms you cling to me as I find the pillows you placed there earlier in anticipation. Laying there, in the moonlight, feeling. “I know I’m not stuttering. I’m what y’all white folks call ‘well-spoken’.”“But I’m not gay.”“This is prison. No one is. But we all got needs. You’re my bitch. Don’t make me whoop your ass.”“But I…”WHAP.Joel was stunned. Cleavon had just pimp slapped him.“Now, tell Daddy you’re sorry!” “Sorry, Daddy,” Joel whimpered.“Come with me!”Cleavon led the way to a dorm. It was pretty empty. Their cubicle was at the far end of pod. Cleavon extracted his 10-inch dick.Jenny fell to his knees and sucked it.. “Hey kids, want to go swimming with your mother and me in the little pond we saw? It looked nice.”What could we say? We got changed into our bathing suits, and walked over to the pond with our parents. As we were swimming around, having family time, I had to admit it was nice. I hadn’t really spent any time with my parents for a long time. We talked about silly stuff, my dad pretended to try to drown me, then my mom and I ganged up on him, until Aaron got involved, then it was the boys against.