He wanted a blowjob, but was too mean or proud to admit it. He had to aleast act the part. After some threats and talking about wanting his cock sucke...d. He stood in front of me and pulled his cock out through his zipper. I tried not to stare at it and at first, I genuinely was not interested. He gripped my head and rubbed the fat head of his dick against my face. He made more threats and demanded I suck him. This is where it began.After that first time, my world was changed. I began thinking. The nipples were small and dark colored, adding to the perfection of her breast. Her legs were crossed, and there was no visible bush. I didn’t ask why. We stared at each other a moment longer, before I leaned in and began sucking and kissing her neck. She placed one hand on my back, the other in my hair. “It’s been so long sense a man touched me...” She moaned. I grabbed one of her huge soft tits in my hand and began rubbing and squeezing it. I kissed down her breast, making a trail to her. He trusted thatvoice, and released the case. More shouting. This time, men and women in uniforms were filling theroom. More uniforms, this time not shouting. He was moved, strapped intosomething, and carried or rolled out of the room. Elevators. Halls.Inside something moving... an ambulance? Talking that he can't understand- was it Japanese or just English he was too out of it to understand? Corridors. Elevator. Room. Lights. People in masks. Darkness. Blurs. He was awake again. Or was he? His. What can you do?’ They assured him they were doing all they could and rushed back to the intensive care unit. I was fourteen and found out my mother was dead and my brother may be dying. I was on emotional overload so none of what I witnessed made any sense until later. Chip didn’t recover, but he did last three weeks. I spent every minute they would let me with him. I brought my guitar and sang to him. I brought the ukelele I had given to him and put it on his bed. Through sheer determination,.