“Put your hands on your head and don’t move them until I tell you” he said in an angry voice. I listened to what he said as he started to jerk h...rder and faster, occasional stopping to massage my balls. “Please Paul, you need to stop” but for all Paul listened I might have not said anything at all. When I finally came, I ejaculated all over his hand and floor. “This is a mess and you are going to clean it up.” So I ran to the bathroom, grabbed some towels and began to clean up the mess while. I tossed the spring mix salad on the table and popped the mussels casino in the microwave. The machine coffee was a far cry from Caramel Macchiato but at least it was hot and wet. With a plastic fork and no little enthusiasm I tore into my salad."There you are," said Cynthia, peeking around the corner."Mmph," I said with my mouth full. "Sorry, I'm famished. You want some mussels casino? It's good." Not if you're so hungry," Cynthia empathized."No, it's OK. I've also got a Veal Stuffed. I wasshivering.Then the warm water rose around my balls. No buzzingthough. Then the low level buzz began and my ballsreacted much quicker to the induced vibrations.Suddenly, with no conscious thinking on my part, Icould feel my cock spurting great gobs of sperm. Thefeeling was like none I had felt before. When myclimax subsided, Tim removed the liquid again, thistime, thankfully, after stopping the buzzing.Now he removed my blindfold. I saw that he had riggedup a model train transformer to a. Our tastes couldn’t be more different. My books range from anthropology to environmental essays. Josh’s pile is all poetry and nineteenth-century literature. He sticks the book back on the shelf and turns so he can bury his nose in my hair. That’s all it takes. He shoves his pile onto the shelf and taking my face in both hands, kisses me deeply, his tongue seeking mine. I put my own books on the shelf and press my body tight against his. I can feel his cock already pushing eagerly against the.