I pleaded with him to get help. I cried, I cajoled — even threatened. He was never mean or anything. Sometimes I wished he were so I could just thro... him out. This dragged on for a long time … until that night about a year ago. He’d been gone for several days but by then I knew which bars he would haunt. I didn’t see him but remembered once when I was looking for him. He was parked behind a bar, sleeping it off. So I started over and, at the second bar, I did find his car in the rear parking. Or at least was, until that need just went away on its own.I really love eating butterscotch ice cream, reading Camus, hiking, long distance running, mountains, 70s disco music, and among other things, I really like being naked. There were a lot of small steps leading up to my full scale embrace of the peccadillo. But the significant event with which this origin story truly starts occurred soon after I turned eighteen. In the summer of 1993.It was a particularly scorching summer that year.. I didn't see Craig's cock at the urinals and I couldn't see it through his tight overalls, but the size of his body was enough to get me horny.Craig had a partner and I asked him why he frequented cottages, something different from her, he said. He then went on to tell me he walked in on his dad fucking his neighbour on the sofa, it was a bloke he was fucking, I didn't know what to do but a few days after he spilled it all out to me and explained that he needed someone to be close to after his. Its became 11 in the night and everyone is leaving one by one, then I told mam I will be waiting outside come quickly I told my friends and went awy after 15 mins mam also came we both went to the parking and unable to control ourselves and started hugging and kissing each other, I said lets go to your home and she readily accepted and we drove fast to her house while driving she is desperate of my cock and sucking it along the way, oh I forgot to tell you my cock size its 8 inch.We went home.