Bobby was on a five day run to somewhere and not due back for another day so I stopped at Patty Ann's. The place was full and I didn't see an empty ta...le or booth and I was about to turn and leave when I caught sight of Bev waving at me. She was in a booth by herself and I walked over and she invited me to join her. We made some small talk for a while and then she said:"I see you finally wised up to Bobby."A couple of people had seen the altercation between Bobby, Billy Jean and me in Mack's. She offered to make cold drinks that we could sit in her garden with for a little while before going off for a walk. So that was what we did.While we were sitting there, she brought up the subject of sex. She asked me if I had been told about the facts of life, either by my parents or at school. I told her that although I hadn’t had any formal lecture on the subject, I had learned a few things from here and there and always felt able to talk about sex with my father if I needed to.She explained. At 50, I was lucky to have met such a nice and horny boy. Read the first part of this story for more details.That day after the session in the bushes, I had invited him home and today on Sunday, I waited with a semi-hard dick.At exactly 2 pm, the doorbell of my 25th-floor apartment rang. I peeped through the spy-hole and saw him there, nervously looking around as if no now should see him. His white t-shirt was contrasting with his tight thigh hugging black jeans. He was carrying some books;. Count me in. "Sure." Cool, so you want to do that sometime?" he asked. "Uh, well, how about now?" I replied. "I mean, John's in class the next couple of hours before practice." Right now? Okay, yeah. Let's go." Of course, I’d be thrilled to self-suck in parallel with another guy and “compare notes.” But I sure hoped it didn’t end there. Why barely - but not really - lick your own dong next to someone else, when you could simply get proper deep-mouth blowjobs from each other? And God knew, I.