”“Stop right there, Caleb. Why don’t I want that rock disturbed?”Caleb was confused. “Well, we’re not quite sure, Mr. Reynolds. It could b... a real motherlode under there.”Caleb and Jackson were typical gold bug prospectors. Nothing in the world mattered to them except for gold. Digging for it, panning for it, blowing themselves up, if need be, for it. The rest of the world was just an obstacle to them. Shove it out of the way and there, gleaming, is that gold-colored opium that they had to. "OHH-y yes, I'm fine. I think I just got a crammmp, that's all. D-do you think I could get s-some water p-p-p please?" he asked shakily.I kept working his cock with my throat muscles by making a vibrating sound. This is a trick I had learned years ago, it was one of my "go-to moves" and almost guaranteed to make a guy cum. However, this time, there were two problems. One, I couldn't loudly make the sound, as I normally would, to fully create the vibration technique because of the waitress being. Im fantastic! Ive never felt better in my life. Are you sure? I dont want to make you comfortable. You could never make me uncomfortable. I love pleasing you. I rose up and gave him a small kiss on his lips and after a brief glance, he drew me in closer, and for the first time, returned my kiss, with a passion and power I had never experienced before. He rolled over on top of me and continued kissing me, rubbing his hands all over my body, and sometimes wandering to my neck and chest, filling. All my mates, they all know I’m a dirty bastard. I do something well dirty when I’m feeling horny. And they all know when I’m gonna do it. Like we’ll all be hanging about on the corner or outside Cellar 5 and they’ll see me getting stiff in my trackies. I’ll not hide it. I’ll just be standing there talking to my mates and one of the lads, he’ll see what’s going on in my trackies and he’ll say, “It’s getting stiff again, lads.”And all the lads, they’ll all look. And my horny dick, it’ll get well.