He laughed, and wiped it off with the back of his hand. I was just wiping up when you knocked” “Holy fuck dude—I seen grown men that didn’t nut like that—that’s gotta be a record” “Fuck ya dude—Im impressed with myself” I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment. I tell Dustin to bolt for his room. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field, where there is a little league game in progress. I had no thoughts about it at that moment, but years later, I would painfully figure out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And as we both got older, I less and less gave him the time of day. “What the fuck dude” ? After about an hour and half, the crowd finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the locker room to shower up and change clothes. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, tears now in my eyes. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of taps of nutmeg, I hand to him.
