. The police said, no. If I'd been there, I would've been killed as well. At times during the past week, I wished I had been.Two hours later, still ...itting at the kitchen table, the cup of lousy instant coffee sat, cold and untouched. My tears had dried, replaced by rage. I stood up, threw the cup at the sink, breaking it into a million pieces and splashing coffee everywhere. I called my brother, Jazz. His name is Jerry, but he'd been called Jazz since he was about six or seven, two years. The special place where we are joined is well lubricated from my unending flow of juices. Just as well-oiled pistons start out slowly and increase in speed so does his manhood. Sliding in and out unhurriedly but in time increasing the speed, maximizing the friction and creating the most pleasurable heat. That wonderful ache builds again, in the lowest part of my tummy with its warmth spreading upwards like the branches of a tree, spreading and spreading throughout my body. He watches me closely. More

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