We mixed in different circles, did different things, but always enjoyed each other’s company. Perhaps it’s because we were such opposites that it ...orked so well. We’re still friends now, almost fifteen years later. Our lives have diverged radically and we don’t hook up much (we live hundreds of miles apart) but we do manage to get together sporadically. Last time was a couple of months ago, in fact. I happened to be in the city where P lives and I had a little downtime so I called her and we. . I bend over because of it, flashing my ass at the passing traffic – some of them beeped their approval at the sight of my cunt. I took myself off down a side street and into a back-street to gasp and to recover from the strange happening. It had happened before to me as I walked to go shopping. It was not a usual occurance, but I had experienced this in rare instances before and so knew it would pass. My pussy went crazy and I seriously needed to be fucked good and hard. And then it was over. Starting with the tip and working down to the base, and slipped on a heavy cock ring and ball stretcher. He watched me as he pulled my balls away from my body It hurt so good. He bit a blue pill in half, and fed me one half on his tongue, then spit into my mouth so I could swallow. Chris adjusted the lights, turned on some screens with some hot leather porn by TIM and rawfuckclub, and drew the shades. He had put on the a sexy cock ring system, with cod piece, chaps, gauntlets, and full. He was drinking beer and shooting pool at Roddy's Roadhouse. Sam and I took a seat at the bar and watched until Tim said he had to be leaving and then we got up and went outside. Tim came out and headed for his car and I called to him. He turned, smiled and said:"Hey Rob. Should have gotten here earlier and we could have played some eight-ball." Actually Tim, it is your playing that I want to talk about." My playing? What's wrong with the way I play?" Its not the way you play Tim, it's who you.