A Man I had never been with, but it was Beautiful. When he returned, I suggested we sit inside; his name was Mot, and he looked so hot and worn out I asked if he would like to shower and refresh himself, before a beer. We calmed down when he had had enough (for today) and I kissed him as I left him to finish his shower – giving him a new towel also. What was I supposed to do, even if I agreed the World was in a pitiful state? He turned around. His hands on my ever-growing cock were delightful, so smooth despite his daily manual labour, and his body pressed back against mine like nothing I had ever felt. Why? I knew him casually, as I was home alone virtually every day, and I always gave him recyclable items to help his life a little. But you are special and have yet more to offer…”
….TO BE CONTINUED, PART 3: BACK TO LADIES, AND MEN Read 39584 times |
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