His eyes level with my soft but decent six inches of meat dangling between my legs. Some water splashed on his mouth and he licked his lips. "Yes sir,...what can I do for you," he said with his mouth parted open and tongue clicking his teeth. The faggot, I thought. I swung around to avoid his gaze but that only made my wet cock slap him in the face, right on the mouth - the tip of my (slowly hardening) cock slipped inside his mouth for a few seconds (but long enough to feel his warm tongue bathe. Your lips wrap lightly around the very end of the head and I can feel your tongue tickling the opening. Then with another lean, you slowly slide it into your mouth, following your hand down to the base. As you slide back up, your hand follows. All I can do is moan my approval. You slide up and down, your hand and your mouth both stroking me in unison. Again and again, you move slowly and deliberately. You slide away until I am almost released, then you capture me totally once again. I want to. So that is exactly what you did with your new life once you settled into the idea that this wasn't just an eyes closed jerk off dream anymore.Life after the disappearance wasn't too bad either, once you were confirmed to be the last man on earth the new--all female government, as well as the new--all female U.N. put together a brand new--all female (sensing a theme here?) task force to ensure your safety and preservation. Sure it might have sounded kind of like you were some sort of lab rat. The next couple of weeks went by about as normal as they could. April was gone Monday through Wednesday of those two weeks. When she was gone, Sarah took care of the kids, she cleaned up after them and fed them. I would cook us dinner every night. After dinner, each night, while I cleaned the dishes, Sarah would bathe the kids and put them to bed. Afterwards, she would shower and go into the guest room. I would watch some TV or answer some emails. Every night about ten, April would call to.