The sex after a few months became fairly bland after the initial few fucks took place. I think I did it more to see how long I could get away with it,...then for the pleasure. It was like Roger was my instructor but never knew it. It just became a game with me, turned out to be a very dangerous one.I need to tell you about two of the men. The first was Aaron, his is a very special story to me. He came up to me less then a month ago and asked me if I would like to have lunch with him? He was a. In late August, I was laying outside one Sunday afternoon. The weather was just starting to turn from the high heat of the summer to the comfortable heat of the fall. My lounge chair was set so that I was sitting up. I was taking in the beauty of the day and the back yard. The birds were twittering about. We had very active groups of purple finches and Downey woodpeckers. The yard was always full of the sounds of birds.It reminded me of my youth in northern Wisconsin, sitting on a hay wagon. Unseen by him, the muse sat on the edge of the desk smiling and eyeing him over. She leaned over and began whispering into Daniel's ear. He lowered his gaze back to the computer screen with a smirk and he began to type away at the story. It wasn't his intended story, but it would be good all the same. With every key stroke, the muse spoke less, but something in him shone more brightly. There was a sparkle in his eye as he leaned forward hammering out scenes of sex so hot that he was sure his. I'd had a beer before they got here so I was feeling a bit buzzed. I hadn't eaten since lunch because I preferred to suck cock on an empty stomach so I took the initiative and reached out and began to stroke his cock which was beginning to make quite a bulge down the leg of his pants. In less than a minute I could see that his cock had grown to the point that it had be very uncomfortable to him so I pulled down the zipper and reached in and grasped his cock to move it from where it was.