The rich dark hues of the wood in the office made everything darker, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. The mixture of colognes, wine, and the h...at from our bodies provided an intoxicating blend of passion. The breathing grew heavy; the touches more sweeping, the motions of our bodies, more deliberate. Tom Waits was gone; The Eagles appeared. We were making love with our hands, with our eyes, with our minds. And still, not a word was spoken… I could tell by the way she moved that although. I watched in awe as his huge white cock swung around. “Well what do we have here” he teased. The old guy turned around, his cock out, even bigger than the young guys. “Looks like we got ourselves a little fag boy” said the older guy. I was loving this. “You like this big cocks fag boy?” He asked. I just nodded. “Tell me fag boy, do you like our monster cocks?” “I like your monster cocks sir” I replied shyly. “Then prove it” the young guy ordered. I took one in each hand and stroked. They grew. Even though he was never without his own beauty on his arm or in his bed, Patrick was jealous of his own father. Like father, like son, the men of their family came to power by figuring out how to get what they wanted.Patrick pulls up in the driveway, his black Lamborghini shimmering in the California sun as he parks it next to a Mercedes he recognizes as his best friend Peters. He adjusts his rear-view mirror, checking out his hair one more time with a grin. As he walks in the front door and. She had been disappointed before.He was glad for the offer. He too was not looking forward to sitting alone watching it snow. She was pretty and he loved red hair. He also found out that she was a great cook. They ate and made quiet small talk. After cleaning up he figured he'd leave. She insisted he stay a while longer. He warned her that he wasn't good at driving at night in the snow and she assured him that if the roads were too bad, he could crash on her couch. He thought why not. She was.