"hey, do you have any matches" he grinnedI settled my head up and my eyes focused, um, yes I chattered, hold this.My cd player, my cigarettes, some lo...ose papers in my pockets, I had him hold it alland he grinnedHis smile, still engrained upon my corneas as I am never to forget him, my first, my Ben Boy.quickly I decided as I had decided before "the next man that wants to fuck, I will"and that we did, but first we stopped at the park, and gazed upThe MOON! so full, so bright and him so dark,. It’s natural for a guy of your age to have a boner. Especially after seeing these videos.Me- I know. If you don’t mind can we just sit and talk for few minutes. Non-sex topics.She laughed and agreed to my request. We spoke for some time and then went home.Few days passed and every day I used to go to her room after class to ask her about sex and related topics. Slowly we started talking about her sex life too. I used to ask her which position she liked, how was her first night etc. She liked. She smiled at him as he walked towards her. “Hi baby, you looking for a good time?” She asked. “No. I’m looking for something new.” Said Terry. “What do you mean?” She asked. “look im going to get straight to the point, I want to become you. A whore.” Said Terry. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Terry reached in his pocket and pulled out a big wad of hundreds. “I’ll give you all this plus more if you switch clothes with me and make me look exactly like you.” Said Terry. “Why?” Asked the. It had to distract her and bring back her smile. I thought long and hard, and steered every conversation with her into happier memories of being with her mother and father, and finally I found the answer.On the Saturday morning of Amelia’s fourteenth birthday, I got up extra early. Excitement at the gift I had for her felt good. I smiled. If this didn’t do it, nothing would. As coffee percolated, the front door tubular bells chimed; right on time.When I opened the door, Peter frowned at me. He.