'Make me hard' he commanded, my breathing quickened in excitement.I leant forward out of the chair and took his cock into my hand, pulling him towards...me. I could feel him getting hard in my hand. I opened my mouth and took his cock into me, all the time it was growing. I was sucking and licking this beautiful piece of meat for all I was worth. He kept on growing as I sucked. His cock was ten inches long and so thick my fingers could not go around it and touch.He pulled at my tie, removing it. But, my thinking, such as it was, was disjointed and without direction. I needed to get my miserable, now forty-eight year old, act together and start the long road back toward some kind of normalcy.My first order of business was to get myself a job. I didn't need the money, really, but I needed to be occupied with something; I needed to be up and doing. Without a woman, retirement sucked, and that in technicolor!I did get myself off occasionally, however, massage parlors and the occasional. The last shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin christ'. I flash an evil grin, and just respond, “more like Satan bro—now who's first”? “Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 pieces of ass on ur dick, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly. “Me first cowboy” Im really getting tired of this cowboy bullshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the bottle high in the air, and squeeze out a. As I crawled, pains shot across each pec in turn with the motion of my arms. Dickie of course was playing the part of, "Prick", right to the hilt. He went power walking down the hall, leaving me way behind. It was physically impossible, even without sore nuts to keep up with him. I did my best and that was all I could do. Then I was up to that rough part of the hallway floor. My knees were still cut and sore from crossing it last night, but with no choice I moved ahead. By the time I got to the.