What he found most difficult to adjust to was the way that other people reacted to him. Men seemed to want to help him, as if he wasn't capable of per...orming any task. At first he had thought it was because of his injury, but even now that he was well on the way to recovery, he was still treated the same.Even worse was the way men ogled his body. It was quite a beautiful body, Paul knew. His own reactions to being mentally undressed by every passing man were a little schizophrenic. On the one. I never had seen a grown mans cock before and here I was alone with one! I knew there was no turning back without Carlos becoming mad or perhaps violent, so I went along with him.As I lay on his bed naked and somewhat scared, Carlos got in bed next to me, placed his sweaty hairy body against mine and began to fondle my dick as he kissed my neck. Slowly working his way to my mouth he began to kiss passionately. I could feel my dick erect in his warm hand while his tongue wiggled and swam deeper. Perhaps she’ll have her back against a tree instead, with her slender legs wrapped around Dad’s waist, her hands grabbing his ass cheeks, pulling him inside her as deep as possible.I imagine Dad’s passion rising as she does this, his thrusts getting stronger and faster, as he gropes away at a breast, kissing and licking at her bare neck, his nostrils breathing in her perfume, her scent.And the swirl of thoughts in my head is overwhelming - of my father taking this young woman, sticking his cock. "Because I am," he answers just as calmly.The chill that runs down my spine pretty much renders me incapable of giving a coherent reply. To my embarrassment I mutter something dreadfully similar to just, "Okay..." and accept that this is happening. Not that I am given any choice in the matter, of course. I hear him unzip, I feel the warmth of his engorged manhood radiate against my bared loins. He grabs both of my wrists, wrenching my back and robbing me of any support I could have hoped for,.