The raw, east-coast wind continued to bite, but the days were getting longer, as they do, and the first signs of spring were appearing. Gerry Westwood...appeared at random intervals for a day or two before returning to his unit; he'd consult with his solicitor and an accountant, chat to Delia and share a meal with her, but no more. Delia tried to dismiss the fluttery feelings in her middle when he came home as irrelevant.Delia was increasingly involved in the life of the church and now had half a. Maybe the age should be called, 'sexteen.' I mean, that's what the age of sixteen is all about, at least for a boy. Nothing but 24/7 hard-ons, images of naked breasts floating through your mind, you get the picture.And, no, at 'sexteen, ' I wasn't getting any. I wasn't even dating any girls at the moment. So, how could I even cop a feel. There was no one to 'cop.'So, here I am, Kyle Henderson, boy virgin, ready to become sixteen with a penis that hasn't seen the inside of anything but my fist.A. ” (I’m on the edge of cumming, I just wanna quickly fuck your ass. I’ll finish fast, please let’s just do it quickly).I said to myself, “Oh well, fuck it” and went inside the latrine. He followed me and closed the door. I turned around and spread my legs. He pulled my pants down, spit on his hand, and rubbed his saliva on my asshole. He then put the condom on, spit again and wet the tip of his cock.As he placed his wet tip on my hungry asshole, I lost my mind. I wanted it too. Really badly. He. I tried to get on my feet, but Iwas too weak due to the running and to the fight against the violenceI had suffered, as well as to the pain. I felt to the ground again andremained there as I was. I knew some of the Greek legends (most ofthem , in fact) were full of sex and violence, but I never expected itto be like that. I kept lying there, crying, with no strength toraiseagain, until I fell asleep.Chapter 2 - AdaptationI woke up the next day feeling a giant headache and a undefined painin my.