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He didn’t suffer.’ I rolled my head to the side and stared at the wall, unable to speak. I wanted to die too. I wanted to be with Jonathan. Tears flowed down my cheek, while Mom continued to hold my hand and cry with me. —————– Slowly but surely I grew stronger each day, but my heart felt broken. I didn’t get to attend Jonathans funeral, so it still didn’t seem real to me. After extensive physical therapy on my left arm, that was shattered and pinned, I began to resume some function. Six months later I was as good as I would ever be. The head injuries left no permanent damage but my arm would never be the same. Scars covered my forearm where I apparently held up my arm to shield myself from impact, as well as the scar from the pins they used to save it. It was bad enough losing Jonathan, but ever time I looked at my arm it was a constant reminded of that night. —————– Mom and my friends encouraged me to date. They said it would help lift my spirits. I knew they were right. I had to. Twentysomething."A lie. I won't see thirty again."You done this before?" I asked him."No, I just masturbate watching them. Too scared. I want it really bad sometimes though." So you're not scared of me?" I laughed."Well, you look like a nice guy. I'm fucking scared now though." Don't be. We're gonna play. You had a guy before?"He nodded."Just blowjobs, or did you get fucked?"Another nod, barely perceptible this time."With a mate of mine when we were drunk. I fucked him too though!" he added, like he was determined to prove he was no sissy."What's your name, lad?"His stare drilled at the bulge in my briefs, which were starting to feel uncomfortable against my thick boner."Adam." He licked his lips."Well, Adam . . . I'm gonna suck your cock."He froze, eyes wide. I walked over to the bed."Stand up."He did, stiff young tool bobbing deliciously before him."But I thought I . . ." Shh . . ." I said. "I'll get you off first. Then we'll see what's up. I wanna taste that cock."He swallowed.
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