He had to be free!Lucas caressed the red butt cheeks lovingly. “Speak now, Cory,” he cooed.There was a torrent of words as Cory began to speak. He...was going to get executed, but at least he was not taking Lucas with him. At least that he could do. The hand caressing his abused ass didn’t stop and didn’t waver as he talked.“Good,” Lucas commended him when he finished talking.Cory felt the man move and walking away. He just stood there, emotionally wasted, his backside hurting like hell. He could. T. Support and he really didn't need to be there. His mind drifted back to that weekend in Tahoe. It was all he had hoped for and more. The sex was great, but just spending time with Stephanie was the bonus. She was such a special woman. And that boob flash on the ski slopes really floored him. Stephanie never did things like that. She hadn't said much, other than the huge thank you before they got back on the plane to come home. And he noticed that she wore the thong panties a couple of days. One paper, however, stood out. It talked about the author’s father and was written in a very loving and evocative fashion. And, surprisingly, the essay sounded sincere, as if the subject of it really was everything his child said he was. Ben hadn’t checked to see who wrote it first, and found himself impressed, both by the author, and the subject of the essay. ‘This young lady’s father sounds like quite a man,’ he thought as he continued reading the paper. ‘I’d like to meet him.’ He was about. Now as he stood in my doorway asking me if he could come in, my mind was spinning with thoughts of what to do next. Of course, I invited him in. As he walked through the door into my living room, the first thing he did was turn to give me a hug and a quick kiss on my cheek. Holding this hot guy in my arms made my cock try to stir in the cage. I pulled away from him before his hand could reach down into my running shorts, which caused him to give me a perplexing look. “What’s wrong Austin, can’t.