When he came back he pulled off my blindfold and turned me over to face him. He sat beside me and began to unbutton his shirt."I'll show you my scars.... He said, "You'll have to get used to them."He stripped off his shirt. All I wanted to do was suck on his nipples and run my hands over him, I wanted to lay with my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heart beating. But I understood; he had reason to feel self conscious about it, there were two small scars on his shoulder and another. It was plenty weird. And I was going to need the cast for six to eight weeks. The other draw back that soon arose, was that being a teen boy, I was horny most of the time and now I could not jack off. Two weeks before my wreck my girlfriend and I had broken up. I was used to fucking her almost daily, usually two or three times a day. And my friend that was a girl that I used as a booty call, was out of the country and would not return for another month. So I had this massive build up of. William Dodge had sent the car for her, just as he had promised on the telephone when he called day before yesterday. She had nearly refused his invitation at first, feeling it only fair to talk this over with Phillip first. But her aunt's phone had been out of order for almost a week now, and still no sign of a repairman from that marvelously efficient New York telephone company. She couldn't call him for an okay. And after all, didn't Mr. Dodge take special care to emphasize that Mrs. Dodge. It just may send him the message that you want to give him." You know it is one thing to describe what you did, but nothing would say it loud and clear like him watching you fucking several other men."I cut Jack off, "Yea, I see what you mean, lets do it. Maybe we could get some men and maybe videotape me having sex with them. Better yet, I can see your ready, lets put the camera up and you fuck me. Then I can send him the tape."Jack smiled, "Well I wasn't thinking of me. I have a studio.