Anyway, I would have three weeks training before sitting the three licenses required to drive city Trolleybuses. It was a cruise and a lot of fun.I sp...nt my evenings propping up the bar at the 'Green Howard, ' a popular musician's haunt in those days. Wellington's small rock community hung out there to relax, swap gossip and check out any gigs that might be on offer.One day I got talking to a couple of guys who'd just returned from Australia. Their band had tried to break into the Aussie scene. ?Uncle Chris finally got himself a beautiful girl,? I said to myself. But before I could even ask for Uncle Chris, the lady at the door was so shocked by the looks of her face and said ?Kim! What are you doing here?? I was like, how does she even know my name?A voice coming from the house said: ?Chris? who it is at the door?? The woman at the door told me just to play along and she?ll explain everything later. A handsome man putting his bathrobe on came to the door and got all intimate with the. Still, I like the boxers. They make my fuzzy arse look pert from the rear, being that much too small, and my insubstantial package more prominent from the front. Not that there is anyone to see. Bloody hell. The mass of hair surrounding it though. I'm sure someone cranked up the pube dial in my DNA to 11. It's like a bloody forest down there. Dense, wiry, dark brown, hair announces my insignificant cock in a triangle, fading out as it rises up my flat belly. It twitches at the unceremonious. My cock had become a lance by that time, and I quickly walked away before I was caught by either Mom or Jane. I went to my bedroom and closed the door, and took my cock out of my jeans and thought about what I had seen. It didn’t take long for me to shoot a large load of cum, and I felt it would never stop. I cleaned up and left the house without them realizing that I had been home. As I passed Mom’s room again, I heard her tell Jane that she was now going to make love to her, and that it.