" Oh. How did he do it to you?" He didn't. I have always been gay," Austin admitted.I was ready to leave, but how does one leave after he just fucked ... guy in the ass. If it was a girl, I would give her a kiss and babble some sort of sincere I had a good time crap. But what do I say now. Austin reading my mind said, "Well, I am going out in a bit, but if you ever need a place to shoot a load, come on over." Um, yeah thanks," I said and just left. Thankfully no one was in the hallway and I. ”I said, “Yes, I have had many fantasies about you.”She began to stroke my cock and I asked about her husband. She said, “He is out of town on business. Don’t worry about him.” Then she leaned over and kissed me. Her hand felt so good on my cock, I could not believe this was happening. She stood up and removed her shirt.I said, “Are sure you want to do this? Your son is one of my best friends and you have been drinking. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”She said, “I have wanted to fuck you. I would like that. I haven't had a man offer me a coffee or for that matter anything." She replied as she picked up the plastic bags, revealing again almost half her backside. The thought that rushed through his mind was that it would just take seconds to yank those slacks down and the thought of a forest of hair that would be revealed and also a naked bottom had his cock beginning to become interested, added to that was her comment about the individual who had pushed her. It wasn't very often. It seemed like an age before Drew brought the bucket down for me. I held it up to my crotch with my left hand and tried to direct my tiny penis with my right. I managed to spray all over my hand, but all of the urine got into the bucket. I sighed with the release, but my bladder continued to hurt for several minutes afterwards. Drew, disgusted, took the bucket upstairs to empty it, leaving me sitting on the floor. There was a strip of clay sitting on the floor by my waist. I immediately.