He started to kiss me and I responded giving in to the intense desire. Giles took off my pullover as I pulled down my jeans. I was naked and standing ...efore him. He pushed me slowly down on the bed and began to stroke my cock. The feeling of a mans hand on my hardness was fantastic and being a man he really knew how to wank a cock. I moaned and lay back. His other hand stroked my thighs. I was close to cumming and Giles expertly brought me to the edge before easing off. This went on for about. So if you do have any interest, don’t be shy or ashamed to admit it. I’ve met several other white men here over the years that have helped me and some of my black friends out from time to time. And our involvement started just like this. Tell me what you’re thinking, Craig. Am I right about you?” I thought that I would be able to hide in my fantasies for a great while longer. But his comments and direct question took me off guard and forced me to confront my uncertainty sooner. It was too. So I did. Without me resisting his advances, I then felt his hand move from my thigh to my pussy. I let out a sigh but kept my eyes closed. It was strange because part of me honestly wanted him to stop because it was wrong. But there was a part of me that was enjoying his attention and like a d**g wanted more.He began rubbing my pussy through my sweats. I was frozen. I didn't move. I didn't resist. My mind was saying "STOP" but my body wanted more. I was so wet that I was afraid I would leak. I think you should go in and fix it for me.”“What should I do if he comes in?”“Just pretend your being naked is no big deal. Make sure he gets a good look.”“Prepping him for the time we want to see him jack off?”Mom chuckled, “You’re catching on.”Unfortunately, Mark didn’t come home while I was inside getting the drinks, but he did show up a little later. Mom came back outside laughing after running inside to the bathroom. “Mark’s home.”“Oh, I’m guessing you ran into him then.” I said with a.