"That was well done, boy," she told him. "Do you like chocolate?"Joe shook his head. "Never had it?" Well, every time you serve me, or one of my frien...s, and do it well, I will give you some chocolate." Her fingers ran though his sparse pubic hair and she stroked the root of his trembling penis. "Can you get it back up?"Joe shook his head. "I don't know. I've never done this before."Regina Summers, who had hooked her rich husband with her single talent, bent over the slim boy's belly, smiled. When I turned 14, like all teenagers do, I rebelled against everything my parents wanted me to do and behave and dress and……well, you get the picture. But thats probably about the time I started looking outside the sheltered life my parents had thoughtfully designed and, among other things, realized that gays werent bad people at all. Some, in fact were really nice people and, in my young mind, the reasoning I came to was that some guys just preferred dick and some girls just preferred vagina. Thinking about it now she couldn't believe she actually went off on her father but he just got under her skin. She didn't like the way he was talking about black people as if they are animals or less than human. When she slowly started to calm down she went over to go see Marcus. Of course, he was still there picking cotton. When she saw him working she quickly came up to him and lightly tapped him on his shoulder. “excuse me but are you Marcus Cole?” he turns around and looks at her. “yes I. "He actually reddened. Here's a guy who must be 5'11", 275, and he blushes. "Heck, anyone would do the same thing." Come on Bubba. You were there. The point is nobody did the same thing. I was about 15 seconds and one book from being dead meat. You saved my sorry little ass." Now look who's talking, Les. Those pants make it pretty clear you don't have anything like a sorry little ass."I think she would have said more but the coach came up to Bubba and blew his whistle a couple of feet from his.