I watched as his cock exploded in my hand and two streams of cum shot onto the leaves below."Cum baby...cum," I said.His body shuddered a little as I ...milked his cock dry. He must have been sensitive because he pushed my hand away. I picked up my sweatshirt, brushed it off and put it on while he composed himself self. Unless a guy cums in my mouth, I finish every blow job with a kiss on the lips. Before he could pulled his pants on, I put my arms around his neck and gave him a wet kiss."Thanks. "How did you get so smart?" Forty years of fucking up will do that for you, if you've got any brains at all," he said with a touch of bitterness. "I messed up a lot in the old world, and usually managed to fix it up, but it would have been better not to have messed up in the first place."It bothers me to see you hurt; any of you. It's not as bad as it would be if it was one of the women I've been living with since the disaster, but it won't be long before I'm as in love with all of you as I am. "You better hope so, I am Fred Phillips the sole owner of an anti-fag brigade. People have donated to me $641 million to put down, get rid of and oppress all fags everywhere. I certainly am not going to have a son of mine be a fag." The news media have gotten a hold of this information and are constantly hanging outside the Phillips's hacienda hoping for an interview. Fat chance of that ever happening.The next two days were grueling when the sheriff came and gathered the two for questioning. When we were kids I was always the good one, the studious one, the careful one, the one with a future, the one who would one day be president or an astronaut. Leroy was the slacker, the bully, the troublemaker, always in my shadow, regardless that I didn’t care for that. I just wanted to play, and he was the only child my age, so I endured his bullying. Now, Leroy is the family man, married and with a cute child, a steady 9-to-5 job, a car, a mortgage, the whole package. I’m the drop-out, the.