"Why is it being around you always makes me feel old? I'm around college students every day, and I don't feel old."Jack turned and held the restaurant...door open for his friend. "Probably because you remember me when I was knee high to a grasshopper, and seeing me as a grown, married man makes you feel old by comparison." Jack turned to the hostess. "Two, please." Yes, sir," she replied."Maybe so. Well, it certainly can't be because of the large volume of respect you heap on me." Phil said this. Was it a dream? Did it really happen? Did a man, a man who I did not know and had not even seen, fuck my ass and cum in my ass? The tenderness of my ass and the marks told me so. How wonderful. How delicious. It had not satisfied me, only released a hunger within me for more. More cock. More cum. Sucking and tasting a man. Licking a man. Maybe kissing a man. Maybe a long soft warm tender kiss. I arose from bed and showered, cleaning myself and shaving my genital area. As I stared at myself in. Dashawn pulled out of her mouth for a few seconds, pumping his cock in front of her face. “Oh yeah, big boy,” she said, nibbling the head of his cock, and spitting on it. “Ooh yeah, Mike fuck me harder. Will, you can slow down a tad. May ass is stretched out too far.” Crap! She was in control, contrary to what it had seemed like. She spoke to Dashawn next. “Put that big, black cock back down my throat, D-man, and don’t pull it out so soon next time.” Holy crap! She was loving this. I saw her. It's your call... and by the way, don't you ever take that tone with me again. I don't care how sick you are, you don't talk to me that way." Fine, whatever. I told you I'm sick. That doesn't seem to mean anything to you, so you do what you have to do, and I'll do what I have to do. Goodbye!" And she hung up on me.Fuck this shit; I'm out of here now. I finish the laundry that I had started, completed packing my bags, enough for a 2-week stay if necessary, and I was out the door by noon. I went.