Kersen... lasted until 8:51, but he got to say 'I love you' and his Goodbyes to his parents. They were holding him when he died. Your parents got to y...ou by then and were cradling you as life left him. He was holding your hand when he died, honey." Tears had been trickling down the big man's face.Gebriele opened her eyes as she whispered, "Kersen, I wish you would have held on so I could have said goodbye."It was 8:39. She felt a twinge of regret but for some reason felt more comforted this year. I was about to meet another man, a complete stranger, and let him touch my cock. I hadn't really thought about playing with a guy despite some younger days of exploration. But I was definitely feeling horny about it too. The anticipation of actually holding someone else's hard cock would be so interesting...I made my way over and rang his door bell. He promptly appeared, casually dressed in a tshirt and sweat pants. I wasn't too worried then - he lived in a real nice part of the city and his. “That’s good, dear.”“What do you want, Mum?” I knew I sounded impatient and petulant, which was also out of character, but I couldn’t help it. Mrs Cathcart had appeared from the kitchen, carrying an empty beer bottle.“I just wanted to know what time you’ll be home,” my mother said. “I wouldn’t want you to miss your supper.”Was it that late? Not that I cared about that, or about supper. I wasn’t going anywhere. Not now that Mrs Cathcart had sat down on the sofa, spreading her legs, sliding. He didn't care what they looked like, what size or shape they were, none of it mattered. He just wanted sex all the time. The amazing thing was, he had almost superhuman stamina. He could last and last, hour after hour, no matter how many women he was with, no matter how drunk or drugged up he was. He set new records for how many times he did it, where and when, and with whom. One night he was with 12 women in a row. The other guys in the band were amazed, astonished, jealous.What they didn't.