I was spread eagled and securely fastened, my ankles and calves were straining in the unaccustomed stiletto shoes and my erect penis was poking betwee... the two centre uprights of the brass bedstead.Again she went to the parcel and took something else out, whatever it was she kept it from my sight while she climbed on the bed, grabbed my balls and slipped something cold and hard around my scrotum. She fussed with whatever it was for a moment or two, there was a metallic click and she let go, my. That summer he was working in a town a hundred miles away and, as usual, he was living out of a cheap motel room.Donny, one of my high school buddies, was working on the same job and staying with John, so it was inevitable that I should drive over for a weekend visit.I arrived on Friday evening to find a woman about my mother's age in the room with them. "Birdie" was an unattached regular that John had met at the local bar. This was not unusual, but, unknown to me, John had decided it was time. She rose up on one elbow and tentatively reached out to touch him. When her index finger met the tip of his cock, it jumped, scaring her and causing a nervous laugh. Sam, are you sure? he asked. Sam lay back, her blonde hair spread out on the pillow, and nodded. She held out her arms and he came to her. They wrapped themselves around each other and kissed. Sam could feel Tims cock between her legs and it excited her. Not once did she question what was going to happen. This was Tim and she felt. Dad had always painted an impressionist’s landscape of his brother: like a Seurat it made a peculiar sense from a distance — but the closer you got all form dissolved into blurry chaos — and while clearly in the noise there was color of a sort, in my vision of Chuck the truth was not so easily discovered — without a little distance, anyway. Yet I accepted this landscape without question, and accepted these distortions as our collective Truth. I had so much to learn, and the world’s worst.