.An 18-year-old doesn't even like to get up before 10am. Old guys always get up early to pee, so what the hell. Besides, like I said, I'm tired and ca...n't sleep and since I'm already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-a-bitch.If captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.Boot camp would be easier for old guys ... We're used to getting screamed and yelled at and we're used to. “Keep fisting me. Oh, you know how to please a woman.”He looked up at me, his face sticky with my juices. “I have seven wives. It’s a necessity.”“Uh-huh,” Noami answered, her voice muffled.“Gewin’s cock,” groaned Thrak. “What are you doing to me?”“Massaging your prostate,” giggled Noami.“Gewin’s mighty cock,” Thrak groaned again.My body bucked and heaved on the bed. I squeezed Thrak’s hand hard as my orgasm washed through my mind. I didn’t care what Noami did to Thrak. I drank in the pleasure. If only I had money to travel to some place away from the beaten track. I guess I could take Kay north to Canada for a weekend. That is if dad would pitch in and help me pay for the trip but that wouldn't happen. Dad was very careful about spending his money. I know I could get a job but with school and working out for the gym competition I didn't have much time to spare to work. But with summer coming I could get a summer job.I applied for summer jobs in the paper and on the bulletin board at. Dads on the other hand could get all the sex they could handle but just turned it down. It wasn't right.From as early as Gary could remember his mother had been the focus of his attention. When younger it had been the comfort of her sparkling eyes and beautiful smile, but now that they were both older and more mature, things had changed. Now it was her raw sexual magnetism that tugged at him. Gary was also to learn that fantasies of his mother were not his exclusively. Most of his neighborhood.