It shattered in large, jagged sheets, and they fell into him and on him--With not enough effect. Lots of blood, scars he would carry forever, but noth...ing deep or wide enough to let him bleed to death. He had failed again. With some assistance from the gas-station clerk, who was terrified of being sued, he bandaged himself up and limped back to his apartment, where he sat and stared at the wall. There was nothing to do, so he did nothing. He just sat. A few days later, his landlady called his. Peter made me jump when he called “Come in”. He told me that he repaired various car parts which was why he had his own workshop. He said that he had seen me around the garage and asked me who I was. He then came towards me and said that he was hoping I would be as co-operative as the previous Saturday boy. He moved behind me and put his hands around me. As he asked me questions about myself, he kept lifting me up. It was about the third time he had lifted me when I realised that his hands had. They sat at opposite ends of the long sofa facing each other. Danny crossed his legs, trying to hide his hardon. He couldn’t think of a thing to say. He’d never said much to Mrs. Jennings -- let alone talked to her while trying to hide a hardon. She didn’t seem to have trouble finding words, although he couldn’t see what she was getting at when she began.“When two people have a disagreement, we naturally think that one of them right and the other wrong. That’s often a mistake. Sometimes both. My reluctance to touch a penis that wasn’t my own made me push my hand back as soon as I felt it, almost like I’d touched a hot stove. At this point I broke away from her, but instead of being deterred, she looked me deeply in the eyes and asked authoritatively if I wanted to suck her cock. I said, no and asked her if she’d give me a massage. I took off all my clothes and laid myself down, face first on the bed. She followed my lead and removed her dress, revealing naked, perky silicone tits.