He stands up again and grabs my hand and places it on his erection under his unopened trousers and presses itthere hard while he fights for control. F...nally, heplaces my hand respectfully at my side and smooths thesheet once again over my body. “Are you alright?” he whispers. “yes.” I smile slightly in return. “I have to go now” he says. “I know” I reply. “you’ll be okay?” he asks. “yes, don’t worry. I’ll be okay.” I smileagain. He leaves me to pull on my clothing slowly in the darkness to the. They didn't hear me enter, so I snuck over to the den in order to find out what was going on.My mom was just uselessly explaining to my upset father Richard, "NO, we can't do this. I've told you many times, friends is all we can be now. You were the one who left me to be with that 25 year old bimbo." At this, mom began to sob, as the tears streaked down, she raised her hands to her face and wept. Dad chose that time to move toward her and grabbed her in his arms."Kelly, I'm sorry about that and. ” “Which one?” asked Arthur, indicating with a sweep of his gnarled hand the five pumps which offered different beers. He struggled to keep his gaze on her face. “Oh, I don’t really know.” She looked along the counter at the line of pumps and then turned to me. “What would you recommend?” I looked into her eyes. They were sparkling, roaming over my features and I’m sure she was amused. Probably because my mouth was gaping. “Oh, which one? Well, depends on your friend’s taste really,” I said,. I just maintained my position and applied firm squeezes to his hands. I had to revel in the sweet pleasure of seeing a man losing it as I fucked him. Josh had robbed me of that gratification for too long, so by then, I had to relish it."Shit, London," he moaned, flipping his head from side to side."Peter, did you just cum?"He calmed himself down a few seconds later. "Oh, I'm sorry, London."I held still and smiled for ten seconds. "Don't worry, Pete, what goes up, must come down," I informed him.