Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass worshipers. Can you imagine the danger? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and fondle their...buttocks and kiss them and speak words of reverence and devotion.The popular guys might rule the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to pursue that great decadence. We were the pioneers, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud! And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, full color. There was no way she was passing herself off as a natural citizen - her heavily-accented English and ignorance of American culture was too much of a handicap. And, as one might have guessed, Paloma was not quite a legitimate immigrant. It'd been surprisingly easy, slipping over the American-Mexican border. For $300 a man crammed her into a crate and buried her beneath identical crates in the back of a truck, which had crossed over via the border city Colombus. There, she'd been dropped off,. I became closer to her than I ever would have thought possible. I was closer to her than I'd ever been to Mike. After all, Nina didn't always try to top whatever story I told or try to convince me about all of the mythical dick she was getting. She didn't try to get me to smoke cigarettes or cut school or get stoned. There was also no underlying sexual tension with her as there was with most of the other girls I knew. We just enjoyed being together, talking together.She met Tracy and my parents. “For Christ’s sake,” John shouted, “Get the hell out, you’re wasting my time.”“No, wait,” Daniel begged, thinking about all that money. “Guess I could maybe.... give it a try.”“You guess you could,” John shouted, “either say Yes Sir or get out.”Daniel stood staring, thinking. The idea of sucking a guy’s cock grossed him out, the idea of that much cash on the other hand. He stood naked, thinking, considering the possibilities.John stood and pointing at the door, shouted “Get dressed,.