By now most of the team were on pints of beer, and the mood was getting more relaxed. Jack came over to me."Still up for this?", he asked quietly.I no...ded, nervous but excited at the prospect. He took my empty glass from me, (where had the wine vanished to? Had I drunk it so soon?) and gave me a huge, deep kiss. A few cheers greeted this, and someone shouted to him to share the goodies. Without warning, Jack scooped me up into his arms."Bill, to you," he called and threw me the three or four. You’re something very attractive to me in too many ways.”“You always acted like that with me, Tommy. It’s just that underneath that, we both know what I was and I got scared that one day we’d be deeper into this than we are now and you’d roll over and think ‘What am I doin’ in bed with this whore?’ And you’d be gone and you’d be yanking my heart out when you did it.”“I worry that you’ll look at me and think I’m not very exciting...” I said.She snickered. “I’ve watched you play rugby. You’re not. But I couldn't remember who. "It's me." He paused. "Your dad." No no no. This is a joke. I looked at him one more time. "No.Way." I was looking at him with amazement. "Yes, way. I came to pick you up." "Hey, you lost privilege the day you left my mom. I'm going no where with you." I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm. I looked back. "Your mom and I have already talked about this. She agreed to hand you over." Hand me over? "My mom would never allow that," I scoffed. "But honey, she did.". All right, that was a good go-to image. Aron with his husband’s cock on his lips. It definitely worked.Carter leaned and tried to angle his body. Maybe if he pushed his tongue out, as much as he could? Nope, not possible. He should just change the position. He lay on his back and brought his feet up, making sure to curve his spine. There had been a picture he had once seen of a guy sucking himself and that was how the guy was doing it.Well, that seemed to do the trick. His dick was closing in,.