Micki was not my girlfriend, despite her efforts to convince me otherwise. I didn't call her in the evenings to talk, I didn't spend a lot of time wit...h her at school, I didn't hold her hand at lunch, I didn't look for her on the sidelines during our games. She was a receptacle for me, a cum receptacle. She did the work for me so I didn't have to use my hand to jack off. Every Friday night, every Saturday night, and one time on a Sunday afternoon, we managed to meet somewhere to jump each. You lean on the post just outside the chicken hen on her family's farmland and looked around. You see the winding hills and the dots of little cottages and family farms just like your own. Also, you look at the forest to the left and the three roads that crisscrossed about half a mile from your home. At the crossroads, is your village's only inn The Dancing Cock with it's big rooster symbol above it's doorstep. The owner probably thought he was incredibly funny. You imagine what all the places. (Steves point of view) Then I said to her that I was playing video games when all of a sudden this urge came over me. Still gripping my cock, Haley gazed down and her eyes looked shocked and then said Wow thats so big Steve, why is it that you cant get a girl?, girls would love that big cock. I looked at her and said that I got nervous around girls. Haley then closed the door and sat on the foot of my bed. Well someday your gonna make a girl very happy with this cock, in saying that Haley. I’m going to grab my folks and take them off Earth, leaving the rest of you guys behind to do your thing.“Let’s be frank here. Your people and mine don’t see eye to eye. They see the world in almost polar opposite ways. To you, I’m evil and so are they. Vice versa for us. You’re a mortal man endowed with superhuman power by theurgy or magic created by your ancestors from the blood and other relics of the old gods. I’m the Son of God and an angel. Not God himself, despite what my followers.