Chapter 4

‘Cause goddammit! The dry spell that followed his absence was maddening! Not a ‘dry spell’ of quantity, mind you, but of quality, which managed to be worse.

Nothing beats, after all, the cock of a good man —a true, manly Man, with capital ‘M’, this kind of male who knows how to use it and who uses it, oh, so many times!

Like everything that’s tasty and addicting, however, the dry spell that followed made me even reconsider for a while my tastes and preferences on men, because I never found, during the rest of high school, a single guy who matched even half of the fire and heat of my sweet ‘Johnny’ boy.

That biker whom my pussy craved and for whom it swelled up so thirstily! I jerked myself off frenetically on my bedroom, the bathrooms, the stairways and even under my school desk thinking about that savory boy and the day anybody —somebody!— would come close to surpassing him!

All the while I looked for such a man, of course, with little success: there was Alberto, the school’s basketball player, a tasty Latino just who was also taller than me —a rarity—, but someone whom I taught on bed more than he taught me —in other words: no good! There was Romero, son of an influent businessman in the region, another gym rat who thought of himself so much, yet did so little on bed. And there was also Ricardo, who was great, but nothing that could satiate the thirst I was left with after feeling the wonderful cock of my rock star, my beautiful biker boy, my ‘Johnny’...!

Oh, well!