He kneeled behind and started to lick my ass, while still massaging my prostate. When I my ass was wet enough he put a second finger in. By now he was...undressed too, I saw his hard dick between his legs. It was quite big and particularly thick. I took it in my hand and started to jerk him off. The first time I touched another man's dick, it felt weird but exciting. Here I am, a supposedly straight man with a another man's dick in his hand, the man who licking and fingering my ass. But oh my got. Why? All because, whether they admitted it to themselves or not, they wantedto get laid. All this pathetic expense over a carnal desire. But Michael wouldnot be led astray; no, he'd given up the nightclub lifestyle a few months ago.Too many expensive rejections. Besides, he had a better way of getting hisend away. She'd be out soon. Her shift usually ended about half an hour after close,assuming she wasn't on clean-up duty. Michael hoped she wasn't, because hedidn't want to spend another hour. Sperm falls, wriggling, like rain,To form oases in my brain, and I drink deeply, uncertainJust when the sky may ejaculate again, though clouds seed themselves,Seemingly magically, raining semen down on me in torrents,Without thunder or lightning, just the heat and light bornOf your masculine, virile, potent balls and brain.Men are strong; men are bold; men have cocks I can holdIn my mouth, my hand, my ass, and my brain;Some ladies (and ladyboys, too) fear them, for their armsAre huge; a man can. He grinned to himself, she would probably have his ass in jail. Wouldn't that make great headlines, Prominent local blah blah blah. No, not her, she would shoulder the responsibility for her own actions, she would never allow blame to fall anywhere else. It was an amazing trait at the same time it left him feeling somehow not needed, not required, a very unusual and unsettling feeling for him. Every feeling he had toward this woman was unsettling. Even that was unsettling, when was the last.