He was pushing my face more onto his lund and Icould feel it growing in my mouth. He made me lick, suck and use myhands on his lund, till he came with...a big spurt. I gaggled andfinally was able to swallow his whole cum. Then he raised me andstarted feeling my boobs. I gave in. I knew I had no choice. Heloosened my blouse and started fondling my breast. His mouth was onmy tits as I stood there stunned, tears streaming down my eyes. Ifelt used, dirty. Finally I could see that his cock was again. Suicide was the next logical step, no matter how stupid it seems every time I get a migraine emanating from my right temple now. I loved her for three years and now she was just calling it quits, just like that. I tromped into my parents’ room, pulled Dad’s pistol from its case on the top shelf in the closet, and carted it back to my room. I tore a sheet of paper from a notebook and wrote down some undoubtedly pathetic stuff. The only part I remember was the ‘to whoever gives a shit’. I assumed he was the owner of the cock I just sucked. I watched him make his way toward the door thinking there was something familiar about him. As his hand touched the door to exit, he briefly glanced over his shoulder and saw me looking. Holy shit was I embarrassed when I recognized him. It was my neighbor, Brady. I didn’t know what to do, and I could tell he didn’t either. We didn’t acknowledge each other, but the expression on his face said everything I needed to know. He was just. "Damn dude, you look like hell", I told him."Yeah, I purrty fucked up. Feel like shit too"."You gonna be sick" I asked?His head laid back against the wall in agony."Dunno, maybe" he replied.I really didn't want a big mess in the basement that I knew I would somehow have to clean."Why don't you crash in my room? It's next to the bathroom, just in case" I offered."Thanks little dude". And with that I helped him to my room and he flopped on my bed and soon passed out.I went to the bathroom and.