I love anal sex, but John had no way of knowing, but apparently figured it out on his own. After my body stopped quivering, John pulled out of me and...placed his tip against my rectum and teased me with it. "Do it." I said. "Fuck my ass." After a couple of minutes of additional teasing, he obliged my request and pushed into my ass in one steady stroke. It felt like he was splitting me in half. He was so big and it felt so good. He fucked my asshole for what seemed like an eternity. I don't. As most of you, I never really paid all that much attention to him.I have been semi-retired for a couple months now. Wife still going to work mon thru fri. So I usually walk outside and take the mail from him. Normal greetings and pleasantries.I have also been really spending a lot of time riding my dildos while alone during the day. Started playing in the squirt.org cam rooms and recording some of my playtime. Have been getting bigger and bigger toys as the months progress.So, yesterday I. "Two pence for you to make yourself scarce," I explained, "I am come to woo the maid." Ha!" he laughed but twopence was sufficient for him to quench his thirst in ale and as I proffered it so he grasped it and hurried away."You came back?" Catherine exclaimed."Indeed ," I agreed, "Are you pleased to see me ?" If that's the smell of chicken," she smiled, "Tell me are you John, Gerald Matson's son?" I am and it is indeed," I agreed, "But there is a price." I handed the chicken to her and. But we never made it out on the town. He spent the night sitting on the couch yelling at the TV, and I spent the night, my rugged body stripped naked, on all fours between his spread legs, licking out his sweaty ballbag and chowing down on his fat stalk. Since then, although I still dig chicks, and have no interest in other guys, I find it hard to resist whatever kinky shit Rob comes up with - the more emasculating, the harder it seems to make me. I don't know how long we can keep it up.