Never married.”“Oh.”“Yeah, his father left me when I was pregnant and basically disappeared.”“So, he’s never seen his son?”“Not that...I know of.”Rick shook his head. “I couldn’t imagine not knowing my daughter or not having a relationship with her. Mind you, I don’t see her as often as I’d like, but thanks to things like Skype, I see more of her now than ever before. So, you raised him alone?”“My parents helped.”“What about his family?”“They want nothing to do with me or my son. They think I got. “Hey man, it’s movie night, you in?” And the second message, “Wake the fuck up lazy ass, we weren’t out that late lol.”Chris was a projectionist at the local theatre. It was small, only 2 screens, but it was the ‘cool place’ to hang out for me and my friends. Whenever a new movie came in, Chris had to preview it before opening night to make sure everything ran fine, and he’d always invite a bunch of us to join in. It was always sweet to have the theatre to ourselves, feet up on the seats,. Roger laughed saying "Damn yo u lucky cuz u was bout to get filled the fuck up today!" When he entered my ass, it felt like a fit to a puzzle. I felt myself getting wet all over again lookin at his tall athletic body fuckin me like he was takin his anger out on my ass. I looked into his face and he looked into mine and i felt my ass cum. Til then, i never knew that could happen. In the midst of all the wetness, he came into the condom screaming "Oh fuck! DAMN nigga!" He laid on top of me then i. I had gotten letters, too, announcing that they were coming each time. I never answered any of them. None of the letters had mentioned my lack of manhood or my HIV situation. I guess the man had not discovered that particular shortcoming, my shortcoming. I still had to figure that he eventually would, but who knew for sure.And one other thing: my refusing to accept his money orders was mentioned in the letters I’d gotten. All of them, the money orders, had been returned to sender! I actually.