"Roberta, be a dear and get us a basin of warm water, and an empty basin along with it. You and I are going to get this young man cleaned up. I can se...e – even if you can't – that being this unkempt is causing him serious discomfort. Now scoot and get me my water. And bring that awful, hospital shampoo they use here back with you."She fussed with my gown and draped a towel around my neck to keep the water off my chest. When Roberta brought the hot water, Aunt Fran lovingly wet my scalp and. It lets me know that I’m wanted. I kiss her cheek and crawl out of bed to go on my morning run and work out.I run my usual ten mile route. It’s a quiet Saturday morning and I start to notice the neighborhood. The houses are closer together than those in my old neighborhood, however they are much larger, and they have long backyards. You could say the owners are very rich, like my grandmother.I love my long Saturday morning runs. My mind opens up and it gives me a chance to relax and think. My. My cock was nice and warm and got even warmer as I began to stroke it. I didn't want to have a full blown hard on, just half of one for now, so I didn't stroke it too much.Slipping my sunglasses on to hide my eyes I glared at the opening in the curtain and could hear a girl telling her mom she was going to try on some things and her mom told her she’d meet her in electronics when she was done. My luck was proving great as the teen entered the booth diagonally across from me. Using the mirror I. I soon found out why. Kyle used to play football for Boston College High School. That school has been creaming Brockton Community High School’s football team for years. I guess going to an all-male school makes guys manlier or something. Kyle and I got along just fine. That surprised me. The guy came from a privileged family. His father owned a car dealership and his mother was a state representative. My folks did well for themselves too but they were so mean to me and to each other that they.