He was afraid of dark, cold graves, but his mummy said it was the other boy’s fault. The good-looking ones were the worst! They tempted a body into foul sin. They’d lost their souls. So, the next time the boy wanted to do it, he beat the sinner with a stick…but not before he emptied his balls into the vile creature’s filthy mouth!
That had been a long time ago, and everything had been all right until three years ago when he went on a honeymoon with his new wife to San Diego. Some depraved, good-looking Mexican had teased his c**k out of his pants right in Balboa Park with his bride at a picnic table not a hundred yards distant. The marriage hadn’t lasted long after that. Not because she knew, but because he knew. Shortly after she left, he figured out his holy mission.
Abruptly, the man
