Her handler was waiting for her.***The Four Aces was located just in a corner across the building whereDenise and The Guthries lived. She tried to ac... casual when she enteredthe diner, looking for the man she was supposed to meet. She was wearingjeans and a long-sleeved black pullover with V-neck line which showed aglimpse of her cleavage.There were a few people in the diner, which she kind of expected.Handlers usually arranged meeting in seemingly public yet uncrowded placelike this to avoid. .Anyways. The next morning I was feeling pretty groggy. He offered todrive me home. It was awkward and I was scared, but I didn't want towalk. When he dropped me off, he handed me a bag. "Read the note.It'll be okay." My stomach sank. I was hoping he was embarrassed as Iwas. That we'd never talk about it and I could try to forget it. But hewasn't that embarrassed, clearly. My hands were trembling as I slid mykey into the door, and hurried past my mom to my room.When I got in there, I. Then he pulled a pair of well worn FTLs over Matt's legs and , with a bit of help from his briefs bud, got them into place. If anything the FTLs accentuated Matt's physique, his pulsating cock, even more than the Jockeys. For himself, Dave chose a ripe pair of Hanes y-fronts, worn for a couple of days and full of his own man smell. Dave's cock twitched excitedly as he pulled them on.The two lads locked in a passionate embrace as their dicks touched hard against one another through their briefs. ”Smiling with amusement, I teased, “I’m not some teenaged boy. It takes a lot more than a look to get me going.”“We’ll see,” she countered confidently.I wondered what she had in mind, and found out before dinner.She interrupted my book and cigar by flopping into an armchair. When I glanced up, she asked, “What ‘cha doing?”I waggled the book at her.She ignored it and continued, “Why do people frown upon talking about sex? And when you do, adults react as if you’ve blasphemed. What’s wrong with.