"I don't think I'd like fat men, or very old men." he replied."What about ... younger boys?" I cautiously pressed.Alex thought for a moment, "I got th... hots for my cousin, --he's fifteen."Fine tuning my query, "I mean like ... thirteen or fourteen." I guess so, I mean a cock is a cock, right?" he reasoned, "Long as they can keep their mouth's shut, --ya know?"Not answering, but satisfied with his response, I went down on him wanting to show him what other men had only used him for. His balls. Every time I shifted, a sharp tendril of pleasure occurred. I made a noise that I tried to play off, but the lady next to me heard me. I got very red in the face. I wasn’t embarrassed that someone figured out what I was doing. Really, it was because I really thought I was going to give myself away. When I stood up, the pressure was reduced and I was relieved. I got off at Pratt Street and walked towards the Inner Harbor Harborplace mall. I felt very snug. Almost comfortable, but still. The kids and Krystal looked the same way. I was there to welcome them and once they got out of the truck, Krystal and the kids started asking me questions. Lots of Questions!I had to hold up my hands to quiet them down. "Hang on. Hang on. I have a surprise for you." They got quiet and I continued. "I have done a few things to your house for you, as a way to show how much I love and appreciate you guys. Inside you will find a few things have changed and all of these people here want to thank you. She smiled back.There was a funeral at the East Side Memorial Home where a whole bunch of people I didn't really know came to see my parents. There were two caskets and a picture of my parents on a stand. There were lots of flowers from a bunch of people. Mostly they were people from the local neighborhood, who came and patted me on the shoulder and said stuff like 'Don't worry.' and 'It will pass.' And 'You'll feel better soon.' And like that. Oh, the best one was 'At least they didn't.