Some people call me a hero, I have no problems with that. It helps with the ladies when you say you've rescued people, saved lives, made a real difference in the world. They lap that shit up like puppies with milk. I don't do it for the pussy, and I don't do it for the accolades. Truth is, right now, I don't know why I do it.

There's a scene in the new Superman movie, and Superman's mum says "save the world if you want, or don't do anything if you don't - you don't owe them a damn thing". I've been thinking about that line recently, ever since I saw the trailer. I've lived my life by the Uncle Ben philosophy, that with great power comes great responsibility. There's something noble about using your gifts to save lives, there's a sense of moral obligation when you are as massively well-endowed as myself. I've lived my life according to that philosophy for as long as I can remember, but now, I'm tired.

You might wonder what I do that makes me so great. So I'll tell you. I'm a gigolo, a male prostitute. I'm one of the best in the business. I make women come, and come hard. I make women get in touch with their bodies and orgasm like a slut. I give them my time and and concern, and in return, they give me a lot of money. So I'm rich beyond my lifestyle, and I have a fulfilling job that makes people happy. No one gets hurt, it's all happy smiles and laughter.

But lately, I've been thinking that there must be more to life. I live in the shadows, basically. At parties, when people ask me what to do, I'm momentarily speechless, and then I lie. I tell them I do charity work, build homes in 3rd world countries and shit like that. I lied like that so many times that I actually started going out to do it, just so I knew what I was talking about. And now that's my life. I build homes for dirt-poor communities, hook them up with solar power for heating and water. I love it, it's rewarding in a way that's socially acceptable. I've pretty much stopped my prostitution business except for a few long-term clients who wouldn't be able to cope without my visits.

But even then, it's hard to do this for the rest of my life. So I've decided to be Batman. I want to run around town in a hood and cape and beat the crap out of evil-doers. I'm rich enough to mod my car into the batmobile. Does anyone want to join me?

How it all started I think.

The reason I say I think is because when I was 14 I was hit by a drunk driver while at my grandmothers house and I have sketchy memories of things that have happened before then, most of which are which are just what I have been told not my actual memories. for that fact I do not to this day remember my 8th grade year of school. my only memory of that day is looking down the street and seeing headlights, a flash of memory of being loaded in a helicopter, then the day I woke up in a hospital having to pee tried to get up to find I was tied to the bed and screaming my head off till a nurse came un tied me and let me get up to go but watched the whole time till I got back into bed. the doctor came in about 20 minutes after I was back in bed who asked me a lot of questions not telling me much and told the nurse to get a phone for my room so I could call my parents and gave me a phone number to call them. about 30 minutes after I called they were at the hospital to which I was told about the stitches in my leg and in my head and face and about severe bruising to my brain that caused my memory loss. I was told that I would be able to go home the next day after some finale test and he needed a conference with my parents so I was left alone still confused and in a bit of pain till the nurse got me some more meds then I was good to go. mom and dad come in after a couple hours and fill me in that it has been 3 days since I got hit be the truck and the had been staying at the Ronald McDonald house ( yes we were dirt poor) while I was in the hospital to which I ask why they just didn't just go home then they filled me in that I was in a trauma hospital in a different state almost 300 miles away from home. don't remember much more from that day till the next when I was let go home.

so after I am let out my dad is driving and my mom is in the back with me and she is just being all lovey dovey about how they thought they were going to loose me and all. about half hour or more into the drive I they fill me in on the 24 7 watching me because of the head injury and I am not to be walking without crutches and that I couldn't get any of my stitches wet so about half way home I need to pee and my dad tells my mom to get a empty to 2 liter for me to pee in as he needs to be to work in the morning and he didn't want to stop. so I pee in it and my mom leans back undoes her pants and pulls them down to her knees and inches forward and try's to pee in the 2 liter getting pee all over her hand pants and floor board my dad looks back and tells me to help her so she can quite making a mess of the car (1970 scout) so I ask my mom what I could do she has me hold the 2 liter for her so she could position herself. so I am holding the 2 liter as she takes her pants and panties off and holds her pussy lips open and pees a little then gets the rest in the 2 liter. she capes it and throws it out the window lol. anyway she hands me her pants to clean my hands off after she cleaned hers and throws them in the back gets a blanket out and covers herself up I fell asleep a little while after that early 80's pain meds caused that lol.

I wake up starving and not feeling to well about 10 minutes from home so we didn't stop but mom was pants less and I was still in a hospital gown so stopping for food wasn't happening anyway. We lived in a one stop sign town and it was after 7 when we pulled up to the house mom was helping me out of the car when I up chucked all over her and me my dad just stood back and laughed and told her to get me into the house and clean us up he would get our stuff. so my mom takes me in the storm porch as I am telling her I am sorry the hole way sets me on the bench takes both our clothes off then helps me to the bathroom where she starts a bath. now I am a 14 year old boy and a naked female almost carrying me threw the house me rubbing up against her body a hard on is inevitable and I had a raging one by time she set me on the toilet. then she is bent over the tub getting bath water ready as I am sitting there dumb founded by the whole situation my dick sticking strait in the air she turns around with a was cloth and starts wiping my face down when my dad walks in and asks what we want to eat my mom says what ever and I just stair at my dad as my mom finishes cleaning me up being careful of my leg before he leaves she gets me a towel and dries me then gets in the tub and cleans herself up while I sit there watching my dad comes back in about 20 minutes later as she is getting out saying we need to come eat my mom is drying off as he is talking then grabs me and helps me up and out to the dinning room with my dad fallowing we sit and eat me and my mom both nude my mom cleans up after the burgers and fries and my dad tells her to take me to the living room as she is helping me into the living room all the rubbing and nakedness finally does its thing and I shot as for my memory my first load all down her leg and on her side she just stoped in her tracks and my dad was just staring at me and I felt like I was about to die of embarrassment let alone my dad being right there I figured he was going to kill me or something. but no he just burst out laughing almost falling out of his chair telling my mom there you go you need another shower. she snapped out of it got me to the couch didn't say anything and went back to the bathroom to clean up.

I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say and just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. my dad looked at me after he calmed down a bit and started telling me everything was ok and that I did nothing wrong. asked if I had ever came before then told me it was a normal thing not to worry about it happens when a naked female arouses a man and rubs on him weather intentionally or not just then my mom came in this time with her nightgown (the long sheet looking ones) on and actually apologized to me for embarrassing me and said she was ok and to not worry about it. to which my dad looked at her and said maybe they need to give me the talk tomorrow and it was to late today with everything that has happened he got me my pillow as my mom got me my meds before they told me to just get some sleep we would talk about it in the morning.

so that is my first to my own knowledge time of Cumming

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