While one night I got a phone call and he said his name was Rick and helived down the hall from me. He told me what he looked like and then Irealized ...it was the young black guy that has been smiling at me. He saidhe would like to come down to my room and talk to me but he didn't wantanyone to see him come there. I was scared and didn't really know him soI said no. The next night he knocked on my door and as I open it I couldsee him look around real nervous worried about who might see him. .”“If it’s YOUR thing, this doesn’t have to be the last time,” he told me. “I didn’t want to drag you through something you didn’t really like...”“Maybe it’s a matter of discovering what I like. Never been to a REAL museum like these...”“I like ‘em. Just sometimes it’s kinda sad to go by myself. If it’s YOUR thing...”“I think I’d like to explore more...” I looked at the little smile on his face. I’m discovering another facet of this guy. And me.Galveston. Seafood restaurant that was really. She was under the covers on her back when I emerged stripped to my boxers. The covers were mounded up quite noticeably just below her chin. When I pulled them back to get in on my side, I got a good look at a big tit with an areolae like a silver dollar and an inch-long nipple.She grinned as I gasped in surprise, “I never wear nightclothes.” I quickly covered my crotch. I didn’t have a girlfriend to keep me satisfied so it didn’t take much ... and being in the same bed with a naked woman, even. Needless to say, I couldn't talk about this to anyone, and just barelyunderstood it myself. I had a miserable childhood."When you are on the butt end of the social scale, there are only twoways to escape: through sports or through music. I was always too weakand too meek to be good in sports, but I did have a good musical senseand a good voice. By the time I was 15, I was earning some money for thefamily by singing and playing country music in roadhouses and bars, andsometimes even on street.