That suggests to me that you are ready to be kissed in that sweet spot that has attracted so much of my attention for the past few minutes. I get down...on my knees before you and slide your panties down the length of your beautiful legs, and then over your lovely feet. I feel a moment of regret that I haven't paid more attention to those aspects of your beauty, and kiss your insteps and then leave a trail of kisses on the insides of both calves, both knees and both thighs.My lips and tongue are. I wanted to feel him more so I took off the rubber and continue to suck him. It was so good to taste him, taste his precum. He liked that too cause he could stop moaning. Several minutes passes, i felt his big load shooting the back of my throat. A big hot load of cum. I swallowed everything, it tasted so good (I still have a boner writing those lines) I finished and turn to sleep. A couple weeks passes and we haven’t talked about it (maybe we were both scared to be gay). I got myself an. He sat down, pulling the cigar from his inside jacket pocket. He liked this first flame, the first puff. He withdrew the packet of matches, and stroked the match, holding it to the end of the tobacco, waiting for it to catch slow fire. He was patient, liking the contentment of the moment. Finally, it was ready, and he sat, puffing contentedly. He was in a happy mood, after the bumpy start, his hard work was showing results. He usually enjoyed the people-watching, but on this rather cool. “I’ve a couple of things to see to.” Leaving him to it, I went back to the living room. As I’ve said, those were the nineties, the internet wasn’t yet a thing for most people, there was no such thing as a porno site available for viewing, and my mother had never bought a VHS or DVD player. Not that it would have made much difference if she had, because she wouldn’t have been caught dead buying any film showing so much as a bare nipple anyway. However, she did have cable television, and a.