His soft warm tongue excited me further, prompting me to twitch again. A thin strand of precum hung between my cock head and his tongue as he backed a...ay slowly. He then opened his mouth wider and took me in. The warmth of his mouth was heaven. Mike had already been salivating at the thought of sucking me off and now my throbbing cock was slipping deep into his mouth. My legs shook as he bobbed his head back and forth along my hard shaft. His lips clamped down, creating an airtight grip. His. I heard his fly unzip behind be and then a gentle and determined pressure against my anus. A brief intermission for lube, and then another and slowly the walls of my manhood began to give way. The damn had been breached and I was skewered there on the sofa. They don’t call it a compromising position for nothing. There’s really no way to fight back. My arms were as useless as those of dinosaur. If I tried to stand up, he could simple push me forward with one hand and I’d lose my balance against. You look to your speedometer to see that you were going thirty over the speed limit. Knowing you're in serious trouble, you slow down and pull over. Sitting in your car, nervous about this surefire ticket and how your father will chew you out about it. The cop's door opened and out came a buxom blonde with one of the largest racks you'd ever seen. Like a movie, she seemed to walk in slow motion, her tits bouncing with every step. Your eyes finally make it to her face and you vaguely recognize. But to any other man who walks this earth you are mellow in your emotions, ever calm, ever stable. You do your best but I see the shadow shows, the man holding onto the only way he knows to row through his fears and sadness. Your formality in your high soft voice breaks my heart on hearing you. I cannot fight your battles or draw a sword on your behalf, but my arms are open, outstretched, always, and I will be the walls to the storm and keep you safe and strong. You are, behind your fifty.