We hadn’t made love in over a week, which was a life-time to us. In the bedroom, Gary was very special. Oh, I guess there are guys who are bigger o... who can last longer, but Gary had a sixth sense. He always knew what mood I was in and would respond accordingly. He could be romantic and drive me crazy with his tender, delicate touch and gentle kisses; or he could be aggressive and passionate ripping my clothes from my body and taking me hard; or he could be kinky and use restraints and toys to. ’ ‘Lots of people do but they are usually a lot older than you.’ Up close Stella’s age was much more apparent and, I guessed, about 55. She studied me. ’45?’ ’43.’ I smiled at her accuracy and explained my dad’s obsession with Bacall. ‘Ah, well, that explains it then. Legacy lust.’ She grinned. ‘I couldn’t believe it when I first saw her. I assumed she made an effort to look like her but she doesn’t, it’s entirely natural. You have a partner?’ ‘We split.’ Stella moved closer and in a strangely. Brett put his hand down my pants and groped. He violently tugged on my cock and balls. It should of hurt but I was entoxicated by his manly smell. I felt so alive as he twisted my puny junk in his hand. He pulled his hand out and gripped the button area of my shorts. Brett ripped them apart. The sound of my shorts tearing apart excited me. He had torn them in two pieces in one swift stroke. The tattered remains left me openly exposed in the humid evening air. He pushed me over the back of his. My parents had apparently “gotten it out of their systems” as kids, because they didn’t engage in lots of hugs and kisses and little interchanges of public displays of affection. My brother and I both wore pajamas to bed. That’s all I’d ever known.But Uncle Bob had seen me in my panties.So I decided a T shirt and panties could become my “summertime” pajamas.We fixed the fence on a Tuesday. I wore my new PJs on the following Thursday night.I had no reason to show them to him. We normally just.