I open up that report I was telling you about and try to work on it for at least an hour. I tried really hard, I swear! But Stan is full of stories to...ay and I can't very well ignore him, now can I? Not when it gives me a chance to stare at his lips all I want!The hours tick by slowly as the din of my thoughts and the ache between my thighs grows more intense. After a while, I see Stan getting up from his chair. "I'm going to get some coffee downstairs. Want anything?" No thanks, I'm good!". Well shit! I said shit! That’s right - shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Got it? Shit!I’m a thirty-seven year old ex-securities consultant and adviser for a nationally known brokerage firm. I worked out of a branch office in a medium sized city in the Middle Atlantic States; that’s close enough for you. I stand a comfortable 6’ 3” tall, and I weigh in at an even 200 lbs. I have light brown hair and blue eyes.Most women find me handsome, and over the years I’ve taken advantage of that. I had no. “You have seconds to apologize to Larry for raping him, and anyone else in this room you might have abused. You’re going to die, no matter what, but at least die with a clear conscience, Grandfather,” I warned my grandfather, who I had hated for years, as he had warped my father.“No. I did nothing wrong. He enticed me to sin. It was his fault. Not mine that he teased me with that cute ass of his, tempted me to bugger him... , “ Grandpa Lloyd started to blame Larry, much to my parents’ disgust. There were none of the bulging muscles of the wrestlers. But he wasn't flabby at all. Everything was solid, there just wasn't that much of it.It wasn't as cute as his ass, but, then again, what was?He was detumescent. Isn't that a lovely sounding word?When you read the classics of erotic literature, you read detumescent, rather than limp. I'm not uneducated.I may have been shallow and lazy, but I do read and I have a fine mind. Vocabulary was never a problem.Jeff was eighteen, and in what.