The train arrived. I looked again across the field. The glint had disappeared, but in the fraction of a moment I was sure I'd glimpsed a quick movemen...t, as though someone had been there and was just leaving.It wasn't till several weeks later that a girl friend sent me a steamy poetry magazine she subscribes to. "I know," she wrote, "you've been to Honeyfold. There's a poem here I thought might amuse you. I bet you didn't know things like this went on there."At first I was horrified, but when. I dunno if I wanna wind up havin' to live withmy father 'cause they think I'm a boy." I have a feeling, considering your fathers behavior this morning, theywon't be sending you to him, even if they decided you were a boy." AuntJoan rested her hand on her chin and leaned a little closer to me. "Sowhat else were you feeling mixed up about?" Well, there's my father." I guess things were difficult after he left." I nodded. "I missed him so much over the summer. I dunno how manymornings I sat at my. And while his muscles there arent pronounced, your mouth still watered. Shit, he wasnt even naked yet and you were already wet. Take them off, he says, and you realize hes referring to his pants. You grit your teeth and try to concentrate on the task, when really all you want to do is crawl under the bed and hide. Do it, he orders. You take a deep breath and quickly undo his belt, then the button, but you have some difficulty sliding the zipper down around his bulge, so he takes control, but. Precum was basically streaming out of my own cock and he grabbed my ass and watched from behind as I started to ride him. His cum, mixed with my spit, was the perfect lubricant, and yeah, at least that night, was so fucking sexy. I rode his cock like this until my legs were tired and just as I sat on him from exhaustion, he leaned both of us forward and started fucking me on all fours. . .without missing a beat. My face against the bed, ass up and filled with his thick cock, I reached under.