When I eventually ventured to dance floor, my eyes took a while adjust to dim lighting.All I knew I was out on the floor with masses of semi-naked and...sweaty cock craving guys.The strobe lights were the only lights in the dimly lit foggy venue, aside from the bar.It wasn’t long before I started buzzing out and grinding into bodies, to the heavy dance beats.Abba was playing “I need a man after midnight”, remixed of cause.By now the dancefloor was filled with bodies, I was getting grinded into. I woke up with Roberts hand on my dick. Instinctively I grabbed his hand and started to get out of bed. My head still foggy between sleep and alcohol, I looked around thinking where am I."Relax, it's okay" Robert said. Remembering I was at his house, and in his bed I relaxed a bit. (Not the first time a man had my dick in his hand, or my hand on his) I laid back down and released his hand. " that's it, lay back down " he said softly. His hand felt good, squeezing and stroking. He stroked me. Whenever he was done he slipped his pencil into the top of his sketchbook and stood up. He walked over to April and turned the book to her, leaning down slightly. My wife smiled and nodded, apparently pleased with what she saw.I shifted in my spot behind the hedge. Then I turned on the camera because I was sure it was not going to be much longer. Quickly checking I made sure all the settings were right. Then I shifted my weight again, trying to get more comfortable.April was giving him a big. Nick’s ... girlfriend, being murdered by a gangster. I told you before, I remember stories about the battle of Anchorage. But I also remember someone else, someone who could shoot almost as fast and accurately as you. He was a police officer, like I ... like Nick ... was. Former military. He’d been injured, bad enough that he was medically discharged, but with his military preference points he got hired by Boston PD. He was my Captain.”I looked at, then through, Nick. “Iron Mike Shannon. He.