I leaned for a moment on the bed of the old Ford truck. Its rear tires were flat; the paint was peeling and dull. I was standing in the parking area o... an ageing apartment complex. The single-story buildings were painted gray; they were of wood that probably had been cut from nearby forests by men who lived in this Oregon logging town. The lawns and walks of the complex were clean, trimmed. I looked to my right. A door opened and a man stepped out, raised his hand and motioned me in.The man who. I am no longer that man. I was reforged from the hottest fires, the dross burned away, a new and better knight pulled from the smelting flame. I am no longer pathetically desperate for your love, your affection, your approval. I no longer care what you want or need from me. Those days are over. I lived through Hells that could be added to the Seven or even replace them.“In the meantime, you’ve lived in your own paradise of luxury and ease. You’ve lived with your Lysene merchant-prince, enjoyed. I can be selfish that way! At that precise moment, as we recovered and wondered how to best interrupt the peaceful afterglow for Michael and Marci, Oscar and Irene popped out of a room further down the hall, fully dressed in street clothes and jackets and headed for the door, a couple of bags containing their costumes in his hands. When they got to us they stopped…and suddenly it felt awkward, with them dressed and us naked! I hadn’t really felt that way since the first few moments after taking. He teases Roger’s nipples with his fingers as he licks his cock, blows on it then takes almost his whole eight-inches into his mouth between pursed lips as he scratches his balls.Garth moves to our couch, I note he has regained a full erection, lays back at forty-five degrees, purses his lips and tells Roger to, ‘fuck my mouth.’“Sarah suck my cock some more, I have a roaring erection for both of you.”“Better idea, masturbate for me, I love watching a well hung man masturbating for me,.