CHAPTER 3

      "Do you remember a boy from school named James Corson Sarton," V. asked.

      "Oh hell, I haven't heard that name in such a long time. I remember him... he looked so much like Christ, you know the one that they keep showing us in all those pictures, even in Junior High. He also had such a darling little ass.

      "We met on the soccer team, at the time him and Randall where still carrying it on pretty hot and heavy, but they both had time for other creatures too." Smile. "From what I remember, he was pretty talented on and off the field, although a little on the weird side, even for a member of the Phoenix first line."

      "Tell me about the first time you met," V. stared into his eyes.

      "To be honest, I don't know what drew me to him, I really can't explain it exactly, except that he looked liked he needed a hug, and I was going to be the one to give it to him. I was in my graduating year, and it was really fucked up for me to go up to a junior, and I got a pretty royal reception from my crew, but there was just something about him. Fuck man, he was just out of this world sexy.

      "He had this thing about him, you know, he was like always so fuckin' calm about everything. I couldn't figure it. Shit man, I would have been flying out my chair with my fist through some of these teachers if they had ever even hinted on doing less than half the shit they did to him. God it was seriously fucked up.

      "Hell, we once were working on his homework right by the lockers..."

      "You helped him with his homework?" V. interrupted.

      "Yeah, often, it wasn't like he needed it, cause he was fucking brighter than me, but I just really loved being around him. If you could have talked to poor Randall, you would have learned a whole lot more shit, I didn't know Jimmy anywhere near as much as he did. Anyway, so we were doing his homework by the lockers, and that fucked up cunt, Ms. McKinnely comes walking around the fucking corner. She was some really fucked up chick who liked busting Jimmy's balls, I was wanted to take a bat to her head or something, but Jimmy was like 'it ain't worth it.' I don't know how he kept his cool. Anyway, so she like comes around the corner, and see Jimmy with his back to my chest, and she pulls the fucking sheet out from his hands, and rips it to shreds. Then she looks to me and goes 'you could tell his mom always wanted a girl.' Seriously though, she was a fucked up cunt. She always wanted us to call her Sally, like she was one of the girls or something.

      "It was pretty weird after that, now that I think of it. We started going outside in the afternoons to this little nook in the woods. He'd always want to fuck, and at first I was more than happy to oblige, but it got too fucking much for me. He always wanted to get fucked hard."

      "Please tell me about your times together," V. looked deeply into his eyes.

      "Well to be really frank here, I think he was sent from Heaven to give us all a good fuck, cause this boy was a serious one. He could suck me off like no girl or guy ever could. I've never met anyone who could compete with him. He could take it all in, right down my fucking shaft and I think, if he would have ever tried, he could have sucked in my balls as well.

      "After sucking me off, he'd usually tongue my ass until I was ready for another time out. I never played with his cock though, that thing was like way too fucking mangled. Kinda grossed me out. I think that's why he was always so good with his tongue, to make up for what God, or whatever, had done to his cock."

      "Did you ever engage in any anal sex with his?" V. scribbled in her book.

      "Shit yea! Fuck, he had such a tight, sweet ass, it was a great fuck, and he always wanted it hard, I mean like ripping hard. I'd always pull out with blood, shit and cum all over my cock, and spilling down his legs. It was fucking wild with him."

      "How did he feel about it all?" V.'s eyes focused for a moment at the bulge in his pants, then back to his eyes that were fixed on her cleavage.

      "Oh..." stunned from his stare, "shit, you know I never really saw any kind of emotion on his face. He was kinda like an alien or something. I mean when cum would fly out of his little mangled meat, he'd like groan and shit, but he would smile or anything. He was really hard to read that way. Actually it's weird cause I mean I've heard him laugh a few time, but never anything that sounded all real.

      "You know, he was a really beautiful angel, I mean God must have sent him, that or the Devil, don't know which, but shit he was super fucking heavenly."

      "Can I have your name again?" V. closed her little notebook.

      "Oh, yeah, Peter Shore, I'm in the white pages." He smiled at her, and kissed her firmly on the lips.