Why would he think I was gay? Why was he so smug and confident? Why was I so fucking hard? By the time I got home, the wife was already in bed asleep....So I went to the den grabbed my iPad and clicked on my favourite website to stroke to...Literotica. I had an account and a few stories I had tagged as favourites, as well as a few favourite authors that were my go to writers. I read a couple of stories that usually did the trick and, oddly, they didn't get me off like they usually did. Going to. He did a good job over the past six weeks. This boy looked nothing like Eric, who was about 5’-0” tall and didn’t break 100 pounds.This boy, he was over 6’-0” tall and probably weighed closer to 130 pounds. He was dressed in baggy, knee length shorts and flip-flops. His bare chest was well muscled. He worked out. The blond hair, the thin build and blue eyes – this boy had to be Kyle’s brother. The resemblance was clear. Was he Kyle’s older or younger brother? That wasn’t clear.I watched as the. ..Stop playing with me...I was old when I last had a man..Used up....10 years ago, Jason... I don't know even if I could"? He was still sitting with a big smile..Berta smiled actually blushing to say "Jason! Do you hear me?...It wouldn't be good to you...I am sure I would disappoint you"? They sat in silence for a minute. She waved her hand in front of his eyes, he giggled "where is your bedroom"? Her mouth dropped open as she pointed a finger. He got up walking that way Berta said " wait"! He. ” Abiola replied, “Girl, no one can see us up here and you did say “not until now” did you not. ” “But my father would be shocked with me being fondled by a black African.” “Your father is not here and I can sense that you are aroused by my touching your body,” the African insisted. She felt a tingling sensation as his other black hand slid into the top of her low cut dress softly fondling her breasts. As her legs slightly opened they became heated and wet as a couple of black fingers found.