Not simple. But I had to call him. I had to speak to Hiroto.A friend of mine gave me a pre-paid phone for Christmas. It was kind of her to give me jus... what was on my wish list. Another friend was given one just like it. I had 30 minutes — 30 precious minutes that Ryou was covering for me. My assistant — I still had trouble believing that I had an assistant — would be arriving at 6pm on the dot to help me change clothes and get me out the door on time.I got to my office and closed the door. Although we had blankets over us it was probably very clear from our positions what we were doing. We both got a stern telling off.We never played our little game after that. I think we both knew it was something that we shouldn’t be doing even though we both enjoyed it. The funny thing is we never actually touched or even look at each other cocks and certainly never talked about it – even in adulthood. But I never forgot the sensation and longed to repeat it.About two years later I was out in. He held me there with a few inches of his prick in my ass, allowing me to get used to the size of it while I lay there, draped across his table with my eyes closed and what was undoubtedly a look of sheer bliss on my face. After about thirty seconds he began to slowly ease his cock out of me until only the head remained, and then he would press in a little farther than he had the stroke before. It was taking about ten seconds each way. After a few minutes he had worked all seven inches into. I suppose he knew that, and used it to keep me in a constant state of arousal and anticipation.Next to me, he began to undress, first his shoes and socks, then his shirt, then his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, which I found erotic. But what turned me on most was his lovely cock. He was cut, not fully hard yet, and it swung from side to side over two large testicles in a heavily wrinkled scrotum. I was entranced by it. This was the reason I had come here tonight. This was the cock that.