Leroy Jenkins always had been a little clueless, so Bill Brasky knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Leroy Jenkins d...d something crazy, like... start chucking live hand grenades at her or something. A few freaknasty minutes later, he gripped his iPad tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels. Leroy Jenkins looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from. Evidence of a mature season was everywhere, as a light October breeze chased a dozen or so crusty leaves around the corner and held them hostage in a whirling dance, disturbing his solitude. The rustling sound ceased when they fell to the weathered boards of the porch, abandoned by the departing breeze. His eyes closed slowly, as his tongue slipped out to moisten his upper lip - searching for evidence of what his mind remembered of her. He inhaled deeply and slipped into a mental review of many. The food and the company is terrific. After an unusually good night’s sleep I wake at 5.00am. Forgetting my dressing gown and sleeping nude, I slip on my boxers and a shirt to go in search of coffee. With a coffee in hand I go into the lounge. Standing in the centre of the room I look out through bi-folding doors over their manicured garden. Sipping my coffee and thinking of my wife I’m lost in the past. Suddenly I’m brought back to reality when Jo says, “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Jo. I like to fuck him as much as I can. As a lad his age, he will soon develop into a bastard and will be off. Before then, I want to get as much of my cum into him as possible. He gives good head now, he also knows when just to open his mouth so I can do what I want with it. Danny fucks like an expert and doesn’t complain when I go fast and tear up his bum-hole. He has a lovely little willy that I like to pull on and suck the cum out of.I have several friends who share my interests in lads like.