I could tell he was getting very very horny. His breathing, quiet moans, he was living it, letting go which made me let go as well. He reached down to...undo my trousers, my raging cock aching to be released, touched and felt by him. My trousers fell down and I was just in my white briefs, my cock throbbing inside. I did the same to him, my hands shaking as I fumbled undoing his trouser clip and then sliding down the zip, pulling those trousers down and off, feeling his smooth slim thighs against. This means that I also grew up learning to repress and restraint sexual thoughts and desires- needless to say that I grew up catholic in a Latin American country. Repression and constraint from impure thoughts and actions was a concept preached to me by most of my elders, yet sex was present in all of their lives and affairs. Sex is inescapable yet they all told me to run from it. I must admit too; there was part of me for some time that did try to do just that, but sex was always finding its. The bar stopped pumping up and down and I glanced down and saw that his face was completely blocked from the erection in my pants. I let go of the bar and backed away from him. ‘WAIT… DON’T LET GO… DON’T LET GO!’ Tayshawn yelled. I ran back forget about my hardon and held onto the bar. He guided the bar back to the holder and let go and once I saw that the bar was back on, I cowardly ran to the back to the locker room. ‘Wait, Tyler!’ Tayshawn called. I ran so fast into the room, my hardon. ”“Yes Mistress”“I will require the attention of your tongue at all times!”“Yes Miss, I will be there for you.”“And no matter what time of day or night…………I can call upon you for your service?”“Oh yes Mistress……………..any time……………anywhere………….whatever you need……….I will be there for you.”“Does that include the times when you are lying on your back in the middle of the night snoring loud enough to wake the dead?Kathy couldn’t help herself, she burst out into a fit of giggles and momentarily lost.