We chatted a bit and I got to know him. He said he turned 18 a week back. He was a little taller than me. Well built, athletic, not a gym hunk, but a ...ean and toned physique. I could make that out from the tight T-shirt he was wearing. I found out, through rather some elaborate questioning that he is interested in guys, and knew this was a good opportunity to get one more guy on his knees with his lips around my cock. So, I told him that I have some work and I would like to go to an under. We parted like that.Seely called Rita every night about six-thirty. Thursday night Seely was startled to have her mother answer the phone. I was watching the news when Seely came in and plopped down beside me. "Dad, I just talked to Mom. She was asking me all kinds of questions about what I did here with you and Grandma. She sounded like she missed me. She never did that before. I didn't think she even liked me. She never pays any attention to me at all." Well kid, your mom has been having some. She knew she often had those fleeting thoughts about his bottomas she went about her daily work when he might pass her or be seenbending over for something or on hands and knees playing and the thoughtwas of 'he needs a sound walloping with one of his thick leather straps..... I think I will spend some time this evening, helping him learn topush that bottom of his well up for the strap .... Hmm, yes, that will dohim no harm.'"Xenophobio dear, I think a good strapping will do you good this. Listening to His voice telling me to twist and grind and push. He wanted me to open up…He said…“Open that pussy up for Me, fuck that hand baby, come on, show Me that slut I love so much!” I groaned as I felt His hand covering mine, helping me to push my own hand deeper, forcing my pussy to accept the hand it wanted to swallow up. His other hand slipped under my rear end and raised me up a little, bending my legs upwards towards my hips and waist, causing the angle of my body to change, my hand.