I didn’t have a system folder of lies in my mind that would cover this.“Looking for this?”His voice was smooth and had the teeniest trace of a n...rthern accent mingled in. I hadn’t noticed this before. Perhaps now it was time to properly listen.I turned, my eyes fixed firmly to the floor. Shame thundered through my bones. A tear fell to the floor on his shadow, pooling waiting for the stream to follow. The game was definitely up. I dared not answer.He crossed the space between us. I wanted to. ''Harder!'', he said loudly and hornily.I slapped as hard as I could, and he was loving it. I then started to feel his hole. It was clean, and beautiful. He was moaning with pleasure.''Lick my hole'', he moaned.So, I put my mouth and toung to work. Licking at his hot hple, and once in a while sticking it in. After about 5 minutes of this, he stood up straight. He said,''That felt great, but I think I would rather have a cock in there.''.So he bent over, and spit in his hand, and lubed up his. If we’re to call a spade a shovel, then James was fuckin’ rich. They had met when Joel was nineteen, and given Joel’s way above average looks, they became lovers.Joel now had it all, a Ferrari, he lived in a mansion, one of several James owned, and travelled the world staying in the most exotic expensive places one could dream of. Joel only wore the most expensive designer clothing and had carte blanche to spend as much as his heart desired. It got to the embarrassing point, that Joel stopped. He's a close friend of mine and I've always felt a little insecure about the fact that she was so devastated when they split up. And the fact that he's a tall, muscular, handsome and very popular chap.We've been married over 10 years now and we still socialise with Wayne and his wife and attend the same parties and weddings as we still have the same group of friends. We've all got k**s now but still enjoy a good drink and knees up!It was at one of these parties that I discovered that I truly am.