Also long indulgent fantasys,imagining with great detail sucking and stroking that rigid member and bringing it to release in my mouth,or at least wha... i believed it would be like as i'd not even seen another mans cock since P.E at school.Apart from the times in my early/mid 20's when myself and a good friend would often end up out our skull spit roasting some horny wee bird we'd met but even when it went on all night I barely paid his body a seconds attention.Once I'd established my 8 inches. Both had their eyes almost reverently riveted to the golden cross that lay on the workbench next to the gold bars. Hector broke his gaze away from the holy object, his eyes searching for answers. Finally he caught my eyes and asked, "What now, boss?"There was a pleading in his eyes that along with his words focused everyone's attention on me. Suddenly I realized that they expected me to have the answers. Hell, I wasn't even sure what the questions were. It wasn't as simple as 'What's next?'My. His fingers rolled over my nipples with firm, gentle strokes. He was somewhat hesitant, though. I thought that perhaps he feared I would turn his hands away at any moment. I brought my hands up under his shirt, and explored his tender flesh and taught muscles. The down of his hair tickled my fingers. I pulled away from the kiss to put my lips on the softness of his skin. I ran my tongue over his belly, and moved up to his chest. I circled each of his nipples. I lapped at his skin. I wanted to. That seemed to deflate his ego a bit, but I moved over and placed my hand on his leg and started to rub it. I explained to him that just because I have sex for money, it doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy having it or that I don’t find special people that I have it with for free. He just kind of smiled and I got up on my knees and kissed him on the lips. ‘You and your brother are very cute guys.” I said. “Sometimes I just feel like fucking really nice guys.” I stood up and dropped my robe and then.