Mark was a bit younger than me at 46, I would have been 49 at this point.We settled down in the back of his cab hugging kissing and touching each othe... up, I removed a piece of his clothing then he removed a piece of mine. His body was gorgeous he didn't have a hair on it and it was oh so smooth, The last piece I pulled of was his briefs, oh did we have a laugh at trying to get those off, his cock and balls were shaved and he had a semi on, I didn't want to rush this as I was enjoying it that. I could hear his labored breathing and his grip on my hair tightened painfully. His cock swelled in my mouth and I knew he was about to erupt. Even as I gasped for breath and gagged at the force of his thrusts, I felt myself throbbing with arousal as I braced myself for his climax."OH FUCK! YES! This is what you're good for, you whore!" he held my head down on his lap as his cum spurted into my throat. I was seriously scared that he was going to forget to let me breathe, but I tried not. The next day, I did succeed in getting a smallish strap-on ordered on the Internet that I thought would do the job. I was so anxious I even paid for overnight Fed-Ex. I must admit I spent most of the day with an erection, looking forward to the chance to finally put it in Jamie's ass. Had I known the difficulties and discomfort that were ahead it probably would have withered instantly. Again, home early, rush thru dinner, rush thru shower, skip the newspaper and the TV, and off to bed. Jamie. They would come, of course – and I would hear the sizzle of their piss, and even their occasional dainty grunts and eventual plops as their solid waste slid from inside their bodies. Often during these events, I would hear them tearing a package open, and knew that their fingers were pushing tampons inside their soft bodies. I was intimate with many of my school mates most private matters, although none knew that I was part of their daily and monthly rituals.I dated and bedded girls during this.