I launched myself at him, slowing only slightly when I landed on my knees beside him so I didn’t jar his bad shoulder. I dropped my helmet beside hi...m and wrapped my arms around his torso, pressing my nose into the crease in his neck opposite the bandages. I felt his fingers weave into my hair, holding me close, as he pressed kisses to the side of my head. Finally, cradled up to my husband’s chest, I let go and felt the tears rolling down my cheeks, soaking into his sweat-stained under-armour.We. Before I knew it our boss was in the room and somehow I was being talked into going there to help out. I remember just saying to her "You owe me one for this" as our boss left. Lisa being Lisa tossed her blonde curls, grinning, fluttered her eyelashes and said, "If you're a good boy on the trip I'll make sure you get a treat". It meant nothing to me then just our usual banter. So we end up in California. All the work was done really quickly leaving us with a day at the end of the trip where we. My name is Jacob Celestin and I’m a six-foot-one, kind of chubby yet still mildly good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I’m twenty one years old. Someone once told me that a young man’s college days are supposed to be the best days of his life. If you ask me, somebody lied. These days, I’m definitely not having a blast. I’ve got a lot of forces and obstacles arrayed against me. For one thing, I’m gay. Forget what you hear about Massachusetts being. I will grow my hair out,perfect my makeup and do everything I can to be a better sissy. I won'tstop until I am the sexiest slut in town and porn producers beg me tostar in their naughty movies" I know that Master will take care of me if I devote myself to being hisperfect sissy whore. I will always obey Master, no matter what. I won'task any questions. I won't think, I will just suck and be fucked,because I am a sissy slut..."The mantra repeated from there. I lost track of how many times I read.