“What are you doing.” I said. “Do you mind, it gets kinda heavy,” he said with a smile. It was one of those Monday holidays that’s not really a holiday, but sometimes you still get the day off from work. I opened it and was surprised to see a rather attractive young man standing there in blue work pants and a matching light blue work shirt. “Oh, come in,” I said as I got over my initial surprise that it wasn’t the old man I was expecting. It wasn’t long before Kyle started to rise to the occasion again. He was kinda dirty from cleaning out the furnace, so I slipped the money in his shirt pocket. He slipped his boxer briefs off and out sprang what appeared to be a 9-10 inch cock with a huge mushroom head and equally plump balls. I was 29 years old and I had a wonderful career, but not much of a love life. After a few more minutes of caressing his sausage, Kyle blew in my mouth. “Just about done,” I asked. My hand brushed across the swollen head of
