At this point he seemed to notice that all I was doing was standing there watching him and he looked across to me."Looks like you're having some troub...e there" he said with a downwards nod. I quickly tried to stuff it back into my Speedos but before I could I felt his hand grab onto my semi-hard shaft. "I could help you with that you know" he said smiling wryly. My heart jumped and I barely caught my breath at his touch, no one else had ever touched me there and my cock responded by quickly. When the object began to loose its hardness, John released his leg clamp and let the figure roll over. Warm liquid began to ooze out of his hole, but the feelings persisted. Nothing could be this good. Nothing! And he would do anything...anything...to feel this way again.***John awoke that night with a sickening feeling in his stomach. It was all he could do to get out of bed and to the bathroom. There the meals of yesterday and even the day before appeared before him in the sink. He had never. "It's fine," I said."Okay, that'll be $7.23."I handed her my credit card, she ran it and then handed me my receipt. Imoved down to the other end of the counter to await my order, but Icouldn't help but look back at her as she helped the next customer. Shewas about 5-5, maybe 5-6, with short, wavy red hair, but not the kind ofred that looked clownish or fake. It was more like an auburn strawberry,and the soft waves perfectly framed her beautiful face whilecomplementing her green eyes. Her body. “Don’t lie, Boy. You called me Kit. I haven’t had that nickname since I was twenty. Now, I want to know who you are and how you knew my nickname,” he stated emphatically.“Look, this doesn’t sound like the kind of discussion you want to have here. Jesse, why don’t you take the rest of the day off and meet with Mr. Carson. Maybe you can straighten this out between the two of you.”Jesse sighed, “Yeah ... okay. There’s a coffee shop down the street,” he said resignedly. “We can meet there, Mr..