We soaped each other up. We made out. I turned around and leaned against the wall and wiggled my butt.Me: “Eric, put it in again. Take me from b...hind. I want to try every position with you.”Eric: “That sounds great to me. Just tell me if you get too sore. I want to do it as much as you, but I don’t want you to end up in pain for a few days.”Me: “I’ll be okay. Take it nice and slow and fill me with your cum whenever you’re ready. Don’t worry about my orgasm. I don’t need one today. . My mom wasn't one for drinking. Maybe a glass of wine when she saw my aunts once a year, at most. I poured her a second and she sipped it. Mary was sitting next to her, a supporting arm around my mom. I sat down on the other side and took my mom's hand, squeezing it. “It's okay,” I told her. “Everything's going to be fine.” She looked up at me and I saw some life in her dead eyes. “I killed him, Mark. I shot him in the back. How's that going to be okay.” “Why, mom? Why did you shot him?” I. .she was so wet in anticipation of having two cocks, her wetness made my cock throb in my underwear. I really wanted to see her get fucked and suck another cock. Had to get her ready, so I ate her sweet pussy until he showed up. She came several times in my mouth squirting a lot at times.When he showed up I told her not to move or remove the blindfold, then I answered the door and there he was, John. Twentyfive and handsome, he was not to shy about me greeting him in my underwear with a. Looking back it seems quite naive of me, but since I was new to the world of sex between men, I had little inkling of what went on in places like this every day and night. After exploring some of the overgrown parts of the dunes on the coast, I found some quiet corners and alcoves where I could see used condoms, tissues, porn mags and the occasional abandoned underwear lying on the ground. Clearly something was going on here that looked illicit, and just being there was making me horny. I.