He said, "ah, it's ok" sensing my panic. " I do it too, just clean up after yourself" I was so relieved, he was being so cool and understanding. Still...I left without making eye contact. That night I swore I wouldn't go back, but by the end of school the next day, I found myself running home again. I loved looking at the naked bodies and masturbating to them.Once inside his place, I quickly made my way to the bathroom again. I was shocked to see Mr. Lowes sitting up naked in his bed. He had his. This might be totally inappropriate managerial behavior, but he has always been affectionate with me and it doesn’t bother me a bit. Rick is brutally hot. Tall and slender, with dark hair and eyes. I have a bit of a crush on him myself, but he’s married, and that is something I won’t mess with. He’s also a good bit older than me. I don’t know how old he is exactly, but he once told us he had been a theater manager for more than a decade, so I guess he must be at least thirty. I’m nineteen, so. I looked up for a moment.How long has this man been drying himself? Shouldn't he be finished by now? Wait... his towel was still under his belly and seemed to dry only one spot. Or perhaps rather the opposite?This was the first time I looked him in the face - at least I thought so. His smile told me it wasn't really the first time. It was the man from the parking lot.His - who would have thought it, after all the towel never arrived there - still wet, round belly bulged out even more when. ”“Shit! Years.”“Really?”“Yeah. I joined the Army when I graduated. Then, I got married. When I got stationed back in New York, he moved in with me and my wife. Soon as she would leave, he’d get on this dick. She caught us after six months.”“What in the…”“I promised her we’d stop. She was pregnant at this point and she forgave me.”“Did you stop fucking him then.”“Nah! I was an asshole. I kept on till he moved away.”“So you had a live-in pussyboi.”“Damn skippy! It was amazing. He started takin’.