‘Just finish of your shower and wait for me to call through to you. Oh, and promise you won’t get yourself off while I’m gone.’ I retreated to...my bedroom with a coy grin. I wanted to masturbate so badly but I knew it would kill the mood. Instead I drew the curtains so the room was dimmed to a lazy, warm glow. I was going to make it as romantic and seductive as I possibly could. I fished through my draws, getting out all my spare candles (the ones every home has in case of a power cut). I. Sam slipped a finger slowly up into my asshole. It felt uncomfortable but not as unpleasant as I thought it would. Sam ran his finger in and out of my asshole only a few times. He then removed his finger and place the head of his cock at my asshole. Sam shoved his rock hard 4 inch cock deep into my asshole in one mighty push catching me off guard. I moaned out, “Sam It hurts,” as I tried to move forward to remove his cock from up my asshole.Sam’s hands went to my hips pulling me back onto his. ”“You know you’d be welcome, Marty.”A couple of days later, after discussing the idea with Peggy, I bit the bullet and gave notice that I was leaving my apartment at month’s end. I paid rent for the month but was actually long gone by the time the first of August rolled around.The change simplified my life a little, but actually very little had changed. I did a little more work around the house and grounds, paid Sarah rent, and became a more systematic contributor of food and other necessities. Sometimes, her joints would creak, announcing that I should be more careful. I these moments I started apologizing, but she just smiled shyly.We began going out for dinner, and thanks to her crutches we were always able to find a seat. Nicole didn't want to be treated like a disabled, but nothing could prevent the unhealthy attention. Curious eyes were staring at her wherever we went.That evening we had a nice dinner, then we decided to take a walk around downtown. Nicole was moving smoothly on.