She would yell out, "Peter! Stop grunting!"*When I was much older, but had not yet discovered masturbation, I was home sick for about a week. I was ...all alone. My cock would get hard and I had always been intrigued by that. During this alone time I tied string around it, wrapping it tightly from base to head.* I was told by another boy in my neighborhood that during sex a guy peed inside of a girl for some reason. It wasn't until my Cousin "Tom" came to visit that I even knew about. He was near tears? That shocked me, because I think there is little that is more touching than a strong young man ready to cry because of you. (If you are not touched, you are the devil, and it is no wonder he is crying.) My heart started to race the way it had this morning, my hand just itching to turn and hold his. So I quickly told him I forgave him, that I totally understood why he had acted as such when he had an ex-girlfriend like that, and that he was so brave to have been able to deal. ”“If you want a side trip to Constantinople, I’m sure Leila would be happy to arrange it.”“Don’t you mean Istanbul?” Deborah asked.“Ask Dave,” I grinned.“We do refer to it by that name, mostly because that’s its Greek name, plus the fact that the Ecumenical Patriarch, the head of our church, has his cathedral there.”“Living in the past, as always!” Cindi teased.“There are quite a few things we can learn from the past,” Dave replied with a grin. “I suppose you’ve heard of Plato, Aristotle,. ”“I was hoping you would.”“Well, this is what you get then!”Javonte had noticed that Andie’s place was little more than a fuck den when he first arrived. The cramped apartment boasted a single bedroom with a living & dining combo. There was a kitchen no bigger than a postage stamp. And a bathroom that had only a standup shower for bathing. The housing authority maintenance worker also saw Andie only had sparse furnishings. An old couch up front. A dinette table with 4 chairs that looked like it.