So she had touched herself down there. To her surprise, she had found her panties were damp. Had all that talk about her experiences and boundaries ...aused this? She had been told to take off her panties. She had said no. He had then told her to put her hand inside her panties. She had reddened at the thought. Not of touching herself, but of doing it at his suggestion, his command. Slowly and somewhat reluctantly, she had slid her hand into her panties. It had been even wetter than. " Oh, Gary," I responded. "I'm happy too. You and I have spent too manymonths, in your case years, in solitude. It has done me a world of goodto prepare to go out with you tonight. I was nervous today as well butyou certainly have calmed me down. You are a lovely evening companion."We continued to chat while we enjoyed our dinner. The food was lovelybut the companionship was so much more than I had dared hope. Gary wasa great talker, once he got going. We stayed away from our sad. He reckons people who read here might like it too. The tags for this story arent specific to any one chapter, but are general for the entire series. Its a work in progress, with currently 8 chapters and counting. Chapter 1 serves as a prologue. Chapter 2 is the actual start of the story, with Chapter 3-8 containing the real meat of the story. I will be posting each chapter exactly as it is found on nifty sans my friends authors notes. He highly appreciates feedback, criticism and encourages. I looked back at him. He was sitting there stroking. His cock slippery with my spit. He kneeled behind me and rubbed his cock head against my eager hole before pushing it in. He wasn't big but I loved it anyway. The feeling of a real man using me. Using my faggot hole.Unfortunately the feeling didn't last long. Within three minutes I felt his load inside me. He pulled out, exhausted. Sweating and sat back down on the couch. I turned around and crawled to him and took his average sized dick down.