A few of my mates were kicking a ball around but Chris said we should go and sit on our own.We wandered over to the big old chestnut tree away from ev...ryone else.I noticed he had his hand in his shorts pocket and he had like a dreamy look on his face.I nudged him and asked him what he was thinking about.He smile,almost to himself,like he wasn't listening to me.So I nudged him again,a bit harder which made him him giggle,"I'm thinking about my daddy's cock"Oh WOW,I wasn't really expecting that. My hole hurt, my body was trembling and then suddenly a jolt of pleasure shot through my limp lil dick.Sir had hit my prostate and was twisting His hand inside me to hit it more.."That it slut, starting to like this aren't you" He said.i just nodded my head yes, knowing that whether i liked it or not Sir was going to do just what he said and punch fist me before all was said and done.As Sir twisted his fist in me he was pushing deeper, i could feel Him inside me and as He worked my prostate. I was often anxious in new places and situations and some of the stares I was receiving made me uneasy. I retired to my apartment for dinner and microwaved the burrito I had brought home from work the night before. I took a Xanax and grabbed a beer, hoping both would ease my anxiety. When that didn't work, I grabbed another beer and walked outside and sat in one of two cheap plastic chairs I had bought. I had taken up smoking since moving out of Courtney's place and I lit one and smoked it as. I did not know what our mutual friend told her, nor did I really know what type of relationship they had. She kept on starring at my chest and stomach. At one point she reached over and ran her hands on my chest and stomach, mentioned how she was jealous of my Girlfriend. I mentioned I did not have a girlfriend nor am I seeing anyone on a regular basis. "My goal is to finish school and get a job that will pay a little better so I could get a house and live the American Dream. I realize.