Don rubbed his tongue against the boy's tongue, demonstrating his control.Don grabbed the boy by his blonde hair and guided Brian's face to a hairy ar... pit. "Clean it, Brian, lick it, kiss it, tongue it!"Brian looked at the mass of hair. His tears blended into the hairy pit as he stuck the tip of his tongue to the skin. The pit tasted the way Don smelled, only stronger, more male. Brian's stomach rolled and churned as he licked pit.Don stroked Brian's hair, and body as he kept the boy's face. My ache was getting stronger, and my cock tugged at the material of my trousers. You undid my belt, and pulled down my zipper. I lifted my butt and you slipped my trousers down, and they fell to the floor.We looked into each other's eyes as the fiery sensation your touch created brings tears of pure pleasure into my eyes. Our eyes lingered together, while your finger continued making little circles on my cock, facilitated by the copious pre-cum that it had released. I relaxed and enjoyed the. It had also lead to a job offer. As the days wore on though, I started to resent the place. Oh, the prices were reasonable, the atmosphere pleasant, but it was hard sitting there watching lovers do the tonsil dance and be all lovey dovey with each other. Many times I had wanted to...Well. I am not sure what I wanted to do, but I wanted to do something. In the end, it all became too much, and I started just staying home and drinking. Plus, it was cheaper, especially when I started drinking the. I thought of myself as fairly conventional. I was a department managerin a Department store. I was in charge of the menswear section. Ienjoyed my job and whilst a lot of the other managers rotated around thestore I had found a niche that meant that I was consideredirreplaceable. They had worked this out when they tried to bring inother managers to cover me when I was away on annual leave.On a Friday I would take my team for a drink in the local caf? to bondand speak about any problems.