Billy boy was 26 and I was 48 and he kept f****** with me every chance he could. He would make me out to be a dummy to his friends and at parties where we each knew some of the people who attended. Then I caught him looking through my living room window while I was jacking off. I let it go, but he kept doing it. I finally asked him to come in one night and asked him to join me for some drinks and some weed. I asked him why he hated me so much and he said that he didn’t really know why but that he hated me with everything in him. I kept pouring doubles and giving him the best smoke that I had. Around midnight I told him that he should spend the night since we were both so drunk. I took him into my bedroom and said that I would be back in a few minutes. When I returned after locking up, he was lying on his stomach naked with his a** slightly pushed up. I finally understood what Billy needed and I gave it to him in spades. I never met a punk that was so deserving. The next day Billy made us breakfast and was all smiles.