"Hey Chris, you want to pass the ketchup?" my Dad asked from across the table. "Hello...Earth to Chris." he said again, waking me up from my day dream.

"Oh, ya. Sorry Dad." I said while I hurried and handed him the ketchup. I had been watching Mrs. Davis at the end of the table slowly putting almost her whole hot dog in her mouth. I wish that was my cock in between those buns covered in ketchup with her lips around it. I thought.

My family was having a barbeque to kick off summer and a few of the neighbors were over. I looked down at the other end of...