Our eyes locked for the first time; the intensity of her gaze was telling me that she really enjoyed what she was doing, and, perhaps more importantly... that she wanted and needed it badly.The husband then instructed me to hold the back of her head and push my cock further down her throat. With each thrust back and forth in her mouth I was causing her to gag. Her saliva thickened and began its slow journey down my shaft and balls, on to her bare breasts.As the husband was recording I noticed. This new line of work was never about the money. After years of technical service work around computers and programming I retired early and decided to try my hand at massage therapy. I got certified and sent a request to some publishers for adds in their publications. I never thought this would turn out to be lucrative or sexually charged. I agreed and set up the appointment.I arrived at their home at the scheduled time and was greeted the same as before. I set up the table and prepared for a. What was she going to do? Just the touch of her hand on my peter was almost enough to set me off as she curled her fingers around it and lifted it up off my heaving belly. I couldn't breathe! My heart was fluttering, threatening to stop beating at any second. My vision was growing dark around the edges, my brain starved from all the blood rushing down to my cock. Then, my world as I knew it shuddered to a stop as I watched her bend down over my rapidly recharging cock. It felt like my brain was. As already mentioned Kyle was a very athletic and strong young stud with a faintly vicious streak and he was not averse to giving what he always hoped would be an un-noticed jab in the ribs to any member of the opposing side who offended him. This was ultimately to prove not only his undoing but also, in a way, his salvation, as it was to be his gateway into the joys of gay sex. His school’s football coach, who was also the school’s physical education instructor, was a guy with the.