It made a nice change from the tongue-strangling stewed brew I had become accustomed to. I was minding my own business and keeping well out of the win...er chill. I wasn’t used to being outside much. Just an hour a day exercise for over seventeen hundred consecutive days leaves you a touch agoraphobic. That’s when I overheard this skinny guy dressed in a smart grey drivers’ uniform. This Yousif was taking a phone call, which I only caught one side of the conversation. The gist was that he had to. Like the night before he started rough housing with me till he pulled away my towel and started tickling me again. This time I could see he was more determined to shove me playfully on the bed. Turning me around in the process and mounting me. I knew what he was about to do and I started getting comfortable. He started humping me this time with one hand on my ass cheek caressing and groping it. The other hand was around my chest griping a handful of my left breast placing the whole weight of. I said "I'd love to, I'm in work now in the factory, why don't you come over? Nobody ever calls" He texted me back and said he'd be there in 10 minutes. My mind began to wander again, I had fantasied about him quite a bit over the years, he was the only gay guy I knew so I had always been attracted to him. I was now thinking about his cock and what it would be like, what it would feel like to actually feel it on my lips and in my mouth. After around 10 minutes my phone rang, he was outside, I. It felt like my whole body was wrapped in bandages. There was a huge weight on my chest that I didn't understand. I heard voices in the room and I tried to blink my eyes. I heard Jimmy's voice and he said that everything went well and for me to wake up. I blinked some more and tried to focus. It felt like I was wrapped like a mummy. I tried to speak but all I could do was croak. He gave me a sip of water. I asked him what had happened. He said that all of the procedures had gone well. He said.