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... that's it boy!! Let him have it." He was straining, he just pushed as deep as he could inside me. He held himself there, as deep as he could go. "Ohhhhhh fuck!!" His knees started shaking, and I felt a tickle inside me as he shot off, a strange, inner sensation that was like nothing I've ever felt, before or since. He kept shooting inside as the bed shook. I could feel his shudder as he continued to pump his spunk into me - he was in so hard and so deep I could feel the hair on his scrotum rubbing against the underside of my balls. When he was done, he climbed off the bed, leaving me there to catch my breath while the two of them talked about what they had done. Kyle told his father what my ass had felt like in a voice that was shaking with excitement. He spoke of the tightness of my clenched muscles and the rush he felt when he forced himself in. "That's the hardest I've ever been, Dad." And he said something else - how when I started crying something happened inside him. Something thrilling. Ken understood. He told Kyle about his first time. Many years before he and his friend liked to burglarize houses. One time they hit a suburban house, and found out that the place wasn't empty - there was a family at home, a married couple with a couple of kids. They overpowered the husband, and they were about to rape the wife, when the husband said something to Ken. "Man, he got me so pissed off we forgot all about the wife. I fucked that sucker good - had him cryin' like a little ...

... girl with his wife watching." That was when he discovered what a kick it was to put it to a white guy: "Couldn't believe how good it felt. What a fuckin' rush! And the best part is, me and my friend realized they'd never call the cops after that. No fuckin' way! After that we start lookin' for houses where there are people at home." There was a message in his father's story, a message I understood even though it wasn't meant for me. He was telling his boy that he wasn't a child anymore - he had won his manhood. I lay there silent, listening. I knew I was the arena for a moment of dark intimacy between them, when Ken used me to show his son a secret truth that some men sense but only the strongest explore - the thrilling truth that rushes up inside you when you mix sex and aggression. ** My father and I had our moment too. When I came back to the apartment, he got up from his recliner and met me by the door. I just stood there, and he put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. He hadn't hugged me in years. "How are you, Jamie?" "My ass hurts." I felt him stiffen, and I knew he didn't want to hear any more. He held me close. He comforted me in the only way he could. I lay against his chest, listening to the sound of his breath, remembering the smell and embracing warmth I felt when I lay on him as a child. But I was a child no longer, and I knew because of what they did to me that I would never, ever be a man. "There was nothing you could do," he said. "They're just ...