Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers, I lean forward and kiss from his happy trail just under his belly button down into the thick pubic hair just...above his raging manhood. I surprise him by taking all of his dick into my mouth, sucking it in and out a few times. Jaime involuntarily thrusts his pelvis as I was going forward, I could feel the head of his dick start to go down my throat and I gagged. After that I decided to stroke him with just my hand for a few moments before swirling my. I do enjoy it. It’s really the closest thing to sex I’ve had.Lisa lies there still thinking. “So guys don’t have clit's, right? So how to guys do it?” she asks with an almost confused tone.“Well honey, you know that men have penises. Well typically those penises get hard when they are excited. Then they can wrap there hand around it and stroke it up and down…very much like it were to going in and out of a woman’s vagina.” He tries to explain.Lisa lies there trying to contemplate this. . So, a while after they left, we had a New Year's celebration with their kids with noisemakers and balloons and stuff followed by some ice cream. They did lots of running around as we hoped they would be tired and sleep soundly, leaving us to our long-anticipated time together. We even kept them up after their normal bedtime.While we waited for them to go to sleep, we were on the sofa necking and making out, knowing that more was soon to come for the two of us. It was agony to keep my dick. Now me, I've managed to avoid marriage. At 40, I'm the neighborhood's confirmed bachelor, and the local eligible gals have long since given up on me. I hardly even go out on dates any more. Everyone suspects there's something wrong with me. Maybe there is.You see, I've found a substitute for women. For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about what it might be like to make it with some of those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones.