"You like that?" she asked."Very much," I replied.She licked her lips and grabbed the razor. She then started to shave off all of my pubic hair. After... about ten minutes, it was time to shave my balls."I'm going to have to move your penis in order to reach your balls. Okay?" Alright."She then wrapped her other hand on the head of my dick and lifted it into the air. This created such a sensation in my body. I thought I was going to explode right then and there. I moaned out loud."Oh my," my mom. I was going to remedy that. That night I told him what Nissa said. He showed me. Again I was moved to tears. It was so beautiful. I also noticed his chest and back during that moment. They were rock solid, the muscles rolling deep. He was beautiful. I had never looked at my father that way; but in that moment I was hypnotized. I offered to show him my piercing, but he refused, saying that they were for me to enjoy. After I healed up, I sure did enjoy them. I went to my dad one day, telling. We love having you home now that you've graduated college, but it is time for you to step into the real world." "I will Mom, just give me one more day of lounging around. Please?" "Alright young man, one more day. I need you to go into town and pick up a few things. Think you can manage that?" "Sure can. Be back in a jiffy." Anything was better than getting the job talk for the thousandth time. Summer had just started, and I was a twenty-two year old African Amercian male who had recently. "No! I had no idea..."I continued, interrupting Patrice. "And, I wasn't just mad at her. I was also mad at you. I did sort of the same thing to you, too. Only... you don't remember it. I forced you to tell me personal things. Like about Ricky Lane..."Patrice's look of confusion turned to one of embarrassment.I pressed on, "And Donny Erickson. Do you know what I'm talking about?"Patrice slowly nodded, wondering how I could know about those boys."And I went further. You don't remember, but it was.