It was on one such assignment where I was afforded the opportunity to first meet Bruce Watkiss; a local "on-the-scene" hunk of a reporter who had done...work for national news rags in his younger years. Now; full disclosure here....I'd had Bruce on my short list of guys that I'd be FULLY willing to do anything with, for some time. It's a pretty exclusive list, actually; also populated by David Hasselhoff, Burt Reynolds, and Freddie Mercury, among a very small number of not-famous men that I'd. I felt pretty threatened at that and was nervous. Now I kind of wished I had come with my male friend. He stayed where he was and another guy moved closer. I was still apprehensive but thought what would come of this? Maybe only me cuming! And began to relax more. The guy behind was in my peripheral vision and I could clearly see the guy about 10 seats away, who now had his cock out and was stroking it. I pretended I didn't notice. The man behind me started the same thing and my heart started. Alan obliged, letting more of the shaftslide into his hungry mouth. He wished he'd had a bit more practicetrying to deepthroat. Later, he promised himself.For now, there was only Tom's cock poking against the back of his throat.He gagged as it poked a bit too far and Tom backed off a bit, only forAlan to aggressively bob downwards. His silk-gloved hand grasped thecock right in front of his lips, jacking off Tom as he enthusiasticallymoved his lips up and down the object of years of sleepless. “I wonder how many people visit Scarborough and never get up to the castle. They will eat their fish and chips and ice cream and probably never even look up to the castle.”“Well Tom, they are missing a treat.”“Well I hope not too many find their way up today, Sue. I’ve got a treat in store for you.”“Oooh what is it Tom? A stick of rock?”“Something like that Sue.”Tom and Sue wandered around the grassed area enclosed by the ruined walls of the castle, admiring the different aspects. It was still.