I rocked and writhed in pure bliss as Tseng hammered away in my burning insides with his thick, juicy cock. Every grunt and groan from his soft lips sent me further into the depths of ecstasy. I gripped his strong shoulders as he lowered his head and sucked on my collarbone. Throwing my head back, I moaned in total bliss. My cock was achingly hard, and I would soon lose myself in this haze.

Tseng reached down and gripped my slickened cock with his sweat-soaked palm, and I almost lost it then. Tseng smirked and kept on thrusting, pumping my cock at the same pace. Tossing my head around, I moaned and howled, losing my every sense to total ecstasy. Cumming all over Tseng's hand, I rocked and writhed as I rode out my orgasm. After a minute, I was completely spent and I must've looked a whore. Gasping, I lay entwined in Tseng's arms, unable to speak.

Tseng stroked my fire red hair. "Are you alright Reno?"

I nodded into his chest. "Yea."

Tseng kissed my temple. "any pain?"

I shook my head. "Nah."

Tseng seemed concerned. "You sure?"

I nodded once more. "Yea, just bliss fer once."

Tseng looked at me with a little confusion. "What do you mean?"

I lowered my head. "You wouldn' wanna know."

Tseng kissed my lips. "Why wouldn't I want to know?"

I started to shake a bit, and tears started to fall from my eyes. "Because then ya'd hate me."

Tseng kissed me briefly. "Reno, I would never hate you. You can tell me anything."

I looked up and sniffled. "really? anything? promise?"

Tseng gazed at me lovingly. "Promise dear."

I calmed myself down a bit. "I got raped a lot when I was a kid."

Tseng's face remained calm, but his voice sounded shocked. "How come you never told me?"

My voice sounded distant. "I didn't wanna deal with it then."

Tseng rubbed my back. "So you want to deal with it now?"

I nodded.

Tseng sounded calm this time. "Then go ahead."

I nuzzled my head in Tseng's chest. "Okay, where was I? Oh yea. I had told one of my best friends I was gay, when I was eight years old. I had known for sure that I was, and I thought that he wouldn't tell anyone. But he told the wrong kid, and the next week I was being raped. Every single day for four years. My ma didn't care tho."

Tseng looked worried. "What did your mother do?"

I turned very bitter and resentful. "My ma would laugh when I came home and yell at me for dripping blood on her floor. Then she'd beat me some more and scream that I was a weak little whore who deserved everything I had coming to me. Or on me, she'd laugh at that. When I was ten, I came home one day and she was sittin' at the kitchen table with a switchblade. She threw me onto the ground and carved these scars onta mah face. She laughed and said she thought it would be pretty, thought it would match the blood runnin' out my ass and onta her floor."

Tseng caught my wrists when I started scratching them. "Reno, I wish I had found you sooner."

I sobbed into Tseng's chest. "It's okay."

Tseng shook his head. I felt his hair tickle my neck. "No its not. You could've died, and then I never would've met you or fallen in love with you."

The second I heard that I started crying harder. Tseng cooed and rubbed my spine. "Its alright Reno, you're safe with us."

I nodded weakly. "I kno', you guys are the only ones I consider family."

Tseng smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Even Elena? As annoying as she is?"

I laughed dryly. "Yes even Laney."

Tseng looked curious. "So who would we be in your family?"

I pondered that thought for a moment. "Let's see. I think Elena would be a better mom. Cissnei would be my sister, Rod and Rude would be my brothers, and you'd be my father."

I sighed. "You do allot better than my actual dad. You don't beat me worse than my mom did, you don't try to kill me cause I've caused my mom so much trouble. You don't abandon me for a better life with some white trash whore."

I couldn' take it anymore and i burst out sobbing, cradling my head in Tseng's chest. I shouldn' be crying about this anymore. Its been far too long of a time. But something about it still bothered me a lot. Why did he have to leave? Why did my mother have to beat me so much? Did she love me at all? I don't really think so. I continued to sob like a little kid, letting Tseng caress me and try to get me to relax. I groaned when Tseng started to knead my spine, he knew that was the only way to really get me to relax. He was trying to get me horny so that I would be distracted from my pain.

Well that was exactly what I needed right now. Within minutes we were a mess of tangled limbs and slick tongues battling for sweet dominance. I moaned deeply as Tseng sucked on my chest, lapping his seemingly frozen tongue over my nipples. I felt like I was in absolute heaven by that point. This was the best feeling I could ever experience. Tseng's luscious lips over my cock felt simply splendid. I became so lost in my bliss, I almost passed out I had cum so much. Gasping and moaning like crazy, I lay there next to Tseng, soaking up the scent that was purely him, almost like exotic spices. It was a pleasure I could lose myself in. I quickly fall asleep, but that's ok, Tseng will be there tomorrow to yell at me for not doing my work.