"He busied himself with the slicing machine, catching each freshly-cut slice on its predecessor to form a neat pile on a square of paper. He weighed t...em before wrapping them in another piece of paper, then turned round to pick up a well-browned pork pie from a rack behind him, which went into a white paper bag."The pies are still warm, so don't let it tip over, as the jelly won't have set quite yet. There you go! Anything else?" Yes, some sausages for our breakfast, please." Eight again? I've. He stood up on his tippy toes when I licked his balls and screeched in pleasure. I remembered telling him earlier how good it felt to have your balls licked when they’re shaved. With a wicked grin I spit on his cock, pulled it up in the air and began to tease his shaved balls with my tongue. I slowly stroked his cock as I traced little hearts on each nut. He screamed” you were right, you were right! Your tongue feels amazing on my shaved balls, please suck on them. This was totally new to me.. We then talked about family, my work and all the other things that came up. We found we had alot in common and we thoroughly enjoyed the time together. We ended up going to dinner and what was more exciting was the fact that we both lived and worked in the same city. At the end of the night we exchanged numbers and promised to make a date for the following week. I went to sleep that night a very happy man. Things progressed pretty rapidly from there. We started dating and progressively got. I needed to make some decisions.Did I really want to go to Denver? Yes, but I couldn’t have timed it any worse as it was turning out. It was only supposed to be for two years, but I’d be leaving Sally behind, and having just discovered the depth of our love, I really didn’t want to leave her.Then there was Clive. Shit was I actually thinking of breaking up their marriage. I sank back in my chair, wondering what he would feel or do. Lastly, there was Mila and the potential for that relationship.