I was 41 then and I had to admit that this little Thanksgiving thing of mine was becoming a disgusting ritual. I wasn't sure if I could bring myself t... do it again. I'd been working since before dawn on that Thanksgiving Day in the homeless shelter, helping to prepare the dinning room and side dishes for the day's handout.My normal routine was to dish out food all day long and then grab a willing man outside the building and take him home. For some reason, this year I decided that I would try. I asked her should we do the same. Rita said these are those persons who have no place to do all this but we have the hotel room to indulge and do anything we like. I agreed with the reasoning of Rita and so after seeing all this returned to our hotel. Once in the hotel room I ordered the room service to bring Scotch whisky with soda and snacks. Then both of us had Scotch whisky and snacks. The scotch was having its effect on both of us and our conversation turned to sex. Both of us told each. After rubbing all around my ring, tracing your fingers up and down my ass crack and occasionally slipping a finger or two back into me you judged my cock soft enough to begin again. This time instead of cupping my balls with your free hand you slid your fingers back up my ass to massage my prostrate while you began to pump my cock with your mouth and other hand. You started of quite slowly again but rapidly built up your speed. I gave you very little warning this time. I’m not sure whether I. Then my tongue began to work his little asshole, as he writhed in pleasure. “Oh great, Mickey. I can’t wait to have your big hot cock in my arsehole.”“I don’t know, Roddy.” So said my voice, but I felt weak at the thought of entering his tight ass. Soon I was to find what I imagined was eclipsed by what I experienced. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” “Oh, I don’t think so. Here, you scoot up here on the pillow. I know a way I can get your huge tool up my ass without too much trouble. Sit.