The young man was impressive, in his early twenties, around twenty years younger than Brenton and me, with a gorgeous macho body smeared lightly with oil, sitting on a chair leaning back, flaunting his impressive, oil smeared erection. I had my eyes closed, recalling my fantasy second man when I ran my hand along his cock and told him, ”I have always imagined a young man, not much more than a boy, early twenties, with a toned six pack body. After our recent three-way with Tony, he knows how to please me, a man or a boy with an erection bigger than his thick, nine-inches. Tempt me.”
The next night when I arrived at Brenton’s condo he did tempt me. In the past I had given a man a head job with another man watching, though never with two men watching, two bi-sexual men who were incredibly comfortable with their hands on each other’s naked bodies.
