And now you’ve come all the way over here…’ By now, Dad had joined her on the doorstep, his smile rather warmer. ‘Doesn’t matter,’ he said...cheerfully. ‘We only came to bring your pressie. June—’ He gave my mother a meaningful nudge. ‘Give her the present, then.’ ‘Oh.’ Looking flustered, she glanced down at the neatly-wrapped parcel she clutched against the lapel of her coat. ‘Happy birthday,’ she said again, holding it out to me. ‘It’s just a little something we picked up in Barbados.’ ‘Thank. I admired how big it was and how big it got as I continued to work it. After a few minutes of jerking him, I take one hand off and bring the head of his cock to my mouth and I tease him by kissing the tip and licking around the head and then using my tongue to lick up and down the sides of his shaft and to even tease his balls a little bit, which he loves. I give a few more licks and then slowly bring the tip back to my lips and kiss it again. After doing this, I take a deep breath, close my. I figure, if you wanted to be protected, you’d have wrapped your cock up or mine, if I was fucking a hole. I was still on the fence about if a hole asked me if I was poz and I knew I was for sure, from being tested, would I tell him? And my answer surprised me. I thought initially I would want to tell them and be honest, but this dark sinister side of me sprang up and consumed me wholly and instilled in me an absolute STEALTH policy. In that, in the event I ever found out for sure I was. The picture was taken in 1961 when I wed my lovely lady, Jean. We’d been married for over thirty four years when she was taken from me when cancer stilled her beating heart. That was over three years ago. I still missed her and daily mourned her loss. Shaking my head to snap myself back to reality, I picked up the trash can to take care of the largely unwelcome pile on my coffee table. With the dogs comfortably ensconced next to my legs in blissful slumber, I tossed post cards and letters into.