We exchanged small talk for a bit and the ladies mentioned that they were out celebrating as they had both recently finalised their divorces. On that ...ote I ordered a round of shots as that was definitely cause to celebrate. After the shots we were laughing and chatting. Occasionally we would get up and dance for a bit. At one point Mrs D turned around and rubbed her ass against my crotch on the dance floor. I could see that John was doing as well with Mrs H. We sat back down at the table and I. I discovered my homosexuality as a teen, but being the handsome son of a prominent family, I was forced to hide it all through high school. No way was I going to bring disgrace to my family. I grew up in an era when homosexuality was not at all accepted in society and most homos and queers were very closeted.I did the normal things, i.e. dated girls, attended proms, and dances. My secret was safe, or so I thought. But during my senior year in High School my parents threw a big 18th birthday. What I told her to get the point across was this: "You're what, nineteen? You've seen the Yankees win four World Series in your lifetime. I have a grandfather who is seventy-two and has never seen the Sox win it all. Yankees fans just do not realize how important this is to us." Nobody told you to be a Red Sox fan," she grinned."You think anyone chooses to be a Red Sox fan?" I snorted. "You don't choose it, you're born into it. It's hereditary. It's part and parcel of being from Boston. If. I kneeled down slowly and put my face on his bulge, it was warm, big and smelt good. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pant, the sound of unbuckling his belt freaked me out but the curiosity held me back. I pulled his pants down, his dick was resting in an orange underwear with a few drops on his underwear, i wrapped myself to his legs and he patting my head, i was feeling safer than ever then he said “suck me “I pulled his underwear and and his dick popped on my face like a snake, it was.