"Drink your hot chocolate dear, before it gets cold." Smiling Tom took a tentative drink, and found the temperature tolerable. The chocolate tasted sl...ghtly bitter tonight, or maybe it was the tollhouse cookies with their dark bakers chocolate that made it seem that way. He and his Mom talked and laughed for an hour before he began to feel oddly sleepy. Just like when he was kid. A cup of hot chocolate and he was ready for bed. His Mom saw him fight to keep his eyes open and smiled to herself.. Except I was never going to really get it on with another man.Then my oldest friend returned to the area after many years away n I offered him a place to stay while he got sorted.Only then did I realise we was bi and after a good few drinks I kind told him all about it which didn't seem to illicit any reaction at all.Then jump forward a few days to where my last post ended I'm kneeling infront of him as he stands infront of me naked.In a state of utter sexual wonder as his cock softens in my. ‘Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!’ he groaned, his hips bucking, as his seed boiled up, then spewed out of him, into the woman’s mouth. He thought she’d stop what she was doing then, but she didn’t, not right away. The woman kept working on him with her lips, tongue, and fingers, sending sensations into him that were so intense that they verged on pain. His legs went weak and his fingers clawed at the smooth metal of the car’s roof. Then, finally, the overwhelming. No reason to go upstairs.” He said.“I wasn’t sure how long I would be daddy, so went up there. Didn’t want to make others wait for me. Sorry.” I lied to him.He was ok with my excuse, even if I wanted to say, Uncle Bill was fucking me upstairs. But, I knew I couldn’t do that. He would be in trouble and so would I. Mandy would kill me if I ever told anyone what I was doing.We sat down to eat and there wasn’t much talk. I was stuck between uncle Bill and George and occasionally, I could feel one.