’ ‘Can we have one Blue Moon Ale hold the orange for the lady and a Yuenling for me?’ ‘Coming right up.’ The bartender handed us our drinks.... ‘Let’s toast.’ ‘To what?’ ‘To the renewal of a wonderful friendship.’ Roberto raised his glass. ‘To new beginnings and second chances.’ As our glasses clinked, I thought to myself. Maybe even a second chance at romance. As the night rolled on I wished it would never end. After our third beers, we both switched to soda that we would be sober enough to. I used to be what people would call a badboy or tough guy Iwas five foot six but very muscular and strong I had a somewhat hairy body and the beginning of a beer belly because Idid alot of drinking and bar hopping I only had a few close friends but knew alot of people and most of the people I knewthought that I had layed many women because I used to tell them I did, and I would describe how I fucked their brainsout with my big cock, but that was far from the truth, I did have many chances to. It was clear the work was to be mine.My hands shook as I struggled with his fly, but finally the relentless button gave way, and I was quick to lower the zipper.As Aaron’s pants hit the floor, I feared I might suck all the oxygen from the room. His cock was bound in a dangerously taught jock strap; the mighty organ folded back on itself and filled every inch of the pouch.Well almost every inch. The super-sized ballsac was hanging as low as the fabric would allow. There were threadbare streaks. Still going slow I start going in and out, as she can not seem to stay quiet, letting out just soft little wispering moans. Sucks for her, I want to tourture her with that, I grab her hips and start going faster and faster until im ramming her, only the cution of me pants keeping the sounds of our sex quiet. She is now bent over, biting her lip, bracing herself against the cross Both of us are begining to sweat, I feel im about to cum so I stop for a second, just long enough to unbotton my.