"She trained me to go slow and steady, holding back the whole way, until she was ready to get off," Steve grinned. "We'd go at it for hours, and then ...he had a way of turning me again so a few minutes after she'd got it, I was ready to go again." The talk didn't bother me; it just turned me on. I couldn't be sore at Lil; there was just something infectious in his manner. He was so relaxed and open. The two of them were getting fired up. Lil had that dewy-eyed expression she gets when she wants. Fortunately the work at this stage was mainly routine compacting of base layers, there was a competent engineer supervising the construction of the four bridges. I then left on the 446-mile round trip to my hometown which would have me back on-site at the project eleven hours later for a four hour sleep. Naturally I wanted to end this thing of Gloria’s. I felt betrayed – not because she was playing around as doesn’t everyone do that? No, the deep hurt came from my theory that she was. I couldn’t help but share in the pain of having blue-balls that close to experiencing a fuck. “You should have shoved it in her arse, mate” I said. John screwed his face up and looked at me in surprise. “what?” he said “you mean fuck her bum-hole?”“yeah, why not.” I replied “like we saw in the mag”. A few weeks earlier we had found a torn up porn mag in a wooded area of the park we often used as a short cut to our girlfriend’s houses which were very close together. We had gotten to hot and. So I sat in the chair next to the bed and began jerking off again while she lay there on the edge of the bed playing with her pussy. I asked he if we could "do it" but she said no that was too much to ask for but that I should just keep jerking off and enjoy the view. A few minutes later I knew I was about to cum again. As the pressure built up in my cock I straightened out in the chair arching my back so my cock stood straight out and shot its first load out. Seeing me do that she reached over.