" Show it to me," I whispered. Then I led him out of the room and guided him to his office downstairs. We stopped in front of his filing cabinet."Just...show it to me," I whispered, stroking his hand gently. "Is it about me?"He had stopped crying and nodded, but still had a somber expression on his face."Show me," I said softly.He paused for a moment, and then fished his keys from his pocket. On one ring was a small silver key. He held it between his thumb and forefinger and slowly pushed it into. I lift up the covers, glancing down at your naked body. I can't resist myself, as I slowly caress your leg. Sliding my hand higher, I reach your lips, feeling your wetness. You must be having a very good dream. I ease a finger between your lips, moving up and down in your glistening wetness. You let out a slight moan, as your legs open wider, allowing me more access.I bend my head down, inhaling your scent. I give you a kiss, and then part your lips with my tongue. You taste so wonderful as I. With my cock still rampantly displayed through my open jeans, I moved to the sofa and sat next to him. He slid down a bit to give me better access. I gently placed my hand over his crotch and could almost feel what lay beneath burning through the material. I rubbed and squeezed the hard mass, enjoying the anticipation of the "reveal". When I'm in a similar situation today, I like to take my time, stroking and fondling outside the trousers before unzipping and feeling inside, then rubbing. He reached a hand out and began to jack off the boy in a similar motion to the Italian’s actions.“Oh yeah that’s so good Fred. Jack me off. You’ve gotta feel this Italian stallion in a minute, his cock is soooo fuuuckiing biiig”. The final words were elongated by an extremely forceful few pounds from the stud, which pushed him over the edge. He crawled forwards, taking himself off the Italian's cock and rolled over so that he came forcefully all over his own stomach. Fred returned the favour.