.. “Good Morning, Mr. Powers.”“Good Morning, Mrs. Sheppard. How was the wedding?”“It was pleasant, though I’m glad to be home.”“Well, ... need to get up to the cabin and check on things. You have a nice day, Mrs. Sheppard.”“Much appreciated Mr. Powers, you too.”Thereupon, I went back in the house and set the newspaper on the kitchen table. I snatched up my keys on my way out to the garage, got in the Porsche Cayenne turbo and drove off. My first stop was the paint store where I purchased two. The businessman gently unzipped the fly of Sean's jeans and, grippingboth the denim and boxers simultaneously, peeled them off of thick andlong brown legs. He could feel the full ass underneath him as the clothleft, relenting to the man's fingers but springing back into sculpted,rounded globes of taut flesh. His left leg was propped up on the arm ofthe loveseat and he saw the tiny toes and smooth lines of his calf. Hecouldn't help but feel aroused at the sight, but not as much as he hadbeen. He wasn't too impressed with my lack of control or the sheer volume of sperm pooling on the velour. I never saw him again.Since then, and until recently, there had only been one episode with a man, something of a disaster and really not noteworthy at all. But, the hankering never entirely left me. As much as I liked making out with my wife or other women, somewhere, in the back of my mind, the desire to get in on with a guy, chattered on.I discovered a web-site dedicated to web-cam action.. ’ ‘Why the fuck not?’ Ralph spun around on the stool and glared in the direction of the guy who spoke up. An older guy with a long gray streaked beard stood up. ‘Like he said, you don’t have a clue who you’re messing with. But I do.’ The man paused and looked in my direction. ‘We both rode with the Valley Boys back in the day.’ ‘Jake, if I remember correctly,’ I said to him. He nodded. ‘This bunch calls me Old Man, but I’m still Jake.’ He looked back at Ralph. ‘He’ll kill you just for the fun.