To my surprise, he had fetched a footstool to rest my casted leg on. So kind."Do you need more help?" Steven asked."I can pull the panties down myself... thank you." Sorry." Steven, I am somewhat edgy lately. But I didn't mean to offend you." I understand," he squeezed my left palm delicately. "Call me when you are ready!" he said and left.As I finished, Steven carried me back."The next time I will use the crutches. I promise." As you please. It's up to you. I don't mind helping you. Your broken. ” “I will go nice and easy on you.” Adam then had me lay on my side and wrapped his arms around me; he was spooning me just like a girl. He then started kissing my neck and rubbing his hands on my chest. I started taking a liking to this as I became extremely turned on by his touch. I had taken notice to Adam’s cologne-a nice smelling powerful scent that reinforced his dominance over me. He had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt that outlined his manly figure quite nicely.. Whether they are hanging and you can clearly see each ball as it is cradled in his sack or tight and full, wrinkled and wonderful. The urge to lick and suck them is too much to stop. You simply must taste them, their sometimes salty flavor. Their is nothing more intimate... except perhaps his asshole.Only a Gay man would know the delicious pleasure that licking another man’s hole can offer. Feeling his sometimes muscular, sometimes firm, sometimes flabby and soft cheeks as your face presses in. I walked downstairs and opened the door. Matthew stood there with a huge smile as he looked me up and down. He glanced upstairs and raised his eyebrows. “He’s asleep, he asked me not to wake him. I’m ready when you are.” I smiled and went to grab my luggage. I was intending to bend over so the hem of my dress would go up enough so he would get a nice view, but he walked in and got my suitcases for me. He spoiled my surprise, I guess it would have to wait till later before he saw I wasn’t.