He lifted his hips and, as I pulled his panties down, his cock sprang free. It wasn't too large, maybe a little over six inches and not too thick, but...his hairless balls and rock hard meat looked absolutely delicious to me! As I stroked it with my rubber gloved hand, a clear drop of pre-cum formed at the slit. I touched it to to the tip of my tongue and savored the slightly salty taste and then took the whole thing into my mouth and started sucking. He held my head amd moand as he started. Her touches felt more sensitive then and her each rub injected current into my body. My lips and tongue moved excitedly as the sweet pain inside my belly moved down my crotch.My fingers moved over her walls and cleared her juices off it. More juices kept spreading over her walls again and again. Her fingers were moving over my cock up and down in response to my touches.My fingers went in deep yet I felt there was still room for it to go deeper. I dug my fingers deep until my palms were blocked. One day we were alone at the office, he came and sat next to me caressed my legs and said he liked me. I told him I am gay like him but I am shy, he said he will find someone for meErrol used to go out with a customs’ officer named Antoine, he was in his mid 50’s tall and well built, he had a small bungalow not far from the city (much later I bought a bungalow in that area) he used to take Errol to his bungalow almost every week.Errol told him about me and he was interested and invited me to. Bill laughed loudly, “Your rod is no small beginners one. And it’s good to see that it extends to a good man-sized, useful, length pole. Do you handle it much?” he enquired. “Ha ha!” I chortled “Yeah quite often and normally with good results cumming from it.” “Do you often let other men borrow your rod?” he asked. Suddenly the sexual tension was out. I knew exactly what he meant. I hadn’t said but I am bi-sexual having dabbled with men a few times before I married and the last time being.