“So Thomas,” I say, “tell me what you are studying at school. What are your hobbies? What is it you want to be when you grow up?” I ask these ...uestions to take your mind off wanting me, and so that I can focus on the task at hand. . “Well,” you begin, “I am studying history at school, and my hobbies includes soccer, rugby, and antiquing. When I grow up, I want to be a historian on alchemy, mythology, and anything medieval.” You laugh and say, “I’ve been weirdly attached to these subjects since. Lie on the bed. Take off your jeans. Do it. Run your hands over your sleeping cock feel for the waist band of your tight boxers put your hand inside. You have my permission so start to rub it. Squeeze your balls just a little tighter. Run your fingers up your shaft and know my tongue will be there soon. Pinch the end of your cock. Do it harder. Make it weep. Make it weep for me so that when I put my mouth on you I can taste your salty precum. Make a fist around your cock. Pump it hard. Pump it. My heart pounding even faster as I shut the door behind us. My mind frantically flashing from one dirty thing to another. This position. That position. The sound of my mother loudly moaning as I slide my young hard cock deep into her quivering slit. As I turned from the door there she was. She looked like a goddess in her white bra and panties. With only the end table light on it was just bright enough to see her amazing body sitting there waiting for me to come unleash all the womanly desires. In Swansea, the old metal working industries were closing down and the need for employment in hard physical labour, which killed you before you were forty, was being replaced by the need for office workers.This sexual adventure started in a party. A lot of young office workers and students rented flats, and on Saturday nights people would invite other young people in the pub to come back to their flats for a party. I had parties in my flat near the Uplands Pub – sited near where Dylan Thomas.