” Mandy swished the cane again and Gary said half heartedly, “No Mandy, I wasn’t caned at school I’m afraid.” Mandy saw Gary was again blush...ng and looking fixedly at the cane. Maybe Ruth was right. Mandy took the initiative and asked, “You know it would be a real help if I could give you a few of strokes, just a couple,” Mandy allowed the comment to hang in the air before adding, “On your jeans of course.” Gary didn’t say no immediately. He was thinking, thinking seriously actually, and. He lifted my wrist and looking me straight in the eye kissed my fingertips. “Let’s go somewhere a little less public,” he said, signalling the Maitre d’ for the bill. By the time we got to the door the car was waiting for us, engine running. John’s driving was less exuberant now, and frequently he rested his hand on my knee. I looked at him and smiled, and was rewarded with a warm smile from him. After a few miles we pulled up alongside a lovely pub overlooking the sea. As we parked two of. We started kissing passionately, throwing our tongues in and out of each other mouths, touching every corner of our mouths.He stopped and moved away from me, “What are you doing?” I asked curiously.“You’ll see”.He slowly took off his shirt and jeans, so sexily that my cock was rock hard at its full 8 inches now. Wow, he was wearing y-fronts too; he looked incredible in them, shaping him so perfectly.He noticed my raging hard on underneath my underwear and he gestured for me to take them off. At. Looking into his face I took his dick in a light grip, and worked it with my hand, first up to the tip to gather his precum, then back down to coat the shaft, taking some time to cup his balls. I had only stroked for a minute when he came, the first shot was so hard it landed on his lips, the rest fell onto his chest, and he slowly went limp in my hand. I leaned in to kiss him, swirling my tongue in his cum before putting it into his mouth so I knew he tasted it. I ran my fingertips over his.