Quickly, I started off and drove a bit beforethere were some figures in the road. Police? No, they seemed some form ofprivate security company."Hey bu...dy!" one of them called as I stopped. "Where you heading?" Just into the wilds for a holiday." You seen a girl running along the road?" I'm afraid not. If you are hunting for someone, then they could beanywhere in the forests here. The trees are quite close to the road inparts, and the road is a bit twisty. They could be anywhere." OK, thanks."I. Hopefully, you’ve just taken time out to read it, so I’ll continue. I enacted that scenario loads of times as a teenager, each occasion finishing with a frenzied fingering session. I always made sure that my strip was done in such a manner that, hopefully, he never suspected I was getting off on doing it. I know, from my perspective, that, had he been aware it was a deliberate act, it would have taken the edge off for me.So, I’ve always enjoyed taking my clothes off. When I’m going to have sex. I learned later that he really did. As we stood there with him holding me, he asked me how I liked what he did. I told him it was one of the best feelings I ever felt and while he did that, I felt he was in total control and I liked that. We started kissing passionately again and I asked him to take me to his bedroom and he did.Once we entered, he lit a few candles and lowered the blinds. I was standing in front of him near the bed and we continued kissing. I was so fuckn horny and so was. I can stillsee the purple head of my cock oozing precum a silly millimeter awayfrom my lips. Breathing is a real problem and controlling one'sbreathing is a chore in it's self. This was a nightly pass time until Iwas 18 and only once was I able to get that elusive head in my mouth butcouldn't get any suction.Years went by and I'd try off and on. I had dreams where I wassuccessful but never was as far as I can recollect. At age 39 whilespending the night in my Ford Econoline bubble top van I got.