He's screaming at me to get up, and then he's kicking me. I shield my body a little, reflexively, gasping as his foot swings into my stomach and pushe... the breath out of me.I taste blood, and realise I must've cut my mouth when he punched me. It sprays out, coating the linoleum when he kicks me again, trying to get a reaction, and he falters. He swears and leaves, and I'm left rolling there in agony, feeling my stomach burn and drooling blood. It seems like all I've been doing this week has. She said no way and started looking at the movie. I said you made it hurt, can you just massage it a little bit, and she gave me the most innocent and scared expression. She said nothing at all, i lightly grabbed her cute little hand and moved it to my lap, she didn't resist at all. She started gently massaging my cock at the movie theatre through my pants. After a few minutes, I said one second, put my jacket over my lap and took my cock out of my pants, I put her hand back on it. She said. Not by a long shot so I went back out to the pool area again.When I got there the action had mellowed a little as most of the couples had left. So I walked around for a little while displaying my wares with my ever present hardon still leading the way. When I passed a buff older dude in his late 30s or early 40s with a hardon to die for I sat next to him...then slipped into the water and began worshipping his beautiful cock. While there wasn't a porn flick to watch in the pool area, there was. Oral sex from the wife is a distant memory. My manual masturbation routine is very good and allows me to further develop my sexual fantasies however, something was missing. I recently decided to return to my roots of performing auto fellatio and began that familiar stretching routine from back in college. I go to the gym five days per week and simply extended the work out to incorporate some purposeful stretching. The basic runner and yoga poses are the key: plow, cobra, back twists, and neck.