I was hanging out late at the chess club when Jorge stopped by; it had been more than 3 years since we saw each other. “Cabrón” I shouted “wh...re have you been?” “… In Jacksonville” but I am thinking of moving back. “What’s the matter?” I asked. We had been friends long enough for me to sense something wrong. “Don’t want to talk ‘bout it now”, “Let’s play some blitz – 3 minutes okay?” “Sure!” I said setting up the board, for the next hour the only sound heard was the clank of the pieces. As quickly as those thoughts and actions came to pass, a feeling of emptiness in my oral cavity suddenly reversed them. My eyes opened to see his cock before them and my mind became alert to it being proficiently manipulated, as my mouth remained open and waiting. “Beat that cop cock in my face man!” I told him. “Beat that fucker till it blows that load in my mouth!” I said as I looked up at him. “You’re gonna get what you want, cocksucker!” He heaved. “You’re gonna get it good!” I felt myself. She never fought it and it went through in six months, the mandatory minimum.A couple of years later, my folks were killed in a violent car wreck. It was foggy and they didn't slow down. They hit a semi who was just creeping along in the fog, and then a second semi slammed into them. They died in a fiery crash.My brothers became wealthy men. They received cash, stocks, worldly goods, mother's jewelry, several rental properties and I got a symbolic remembrance, too.I inherited a house. It was a. He didn’t know that in reality he was lending me a vision of the world I distantly belonged to, but still feared to step into. Meanwhile, I had fallen victim to the new invader of the human life – the internet –the most popular hideout among closeted gays. I had registered with every known gay website, was chatting round the clock with guys across the country and soon started hooking up with the ones from my city, most of whom I never saw afterwards. Joy, of course, had no idea about what his.