Then, the association became their full-time jobs.It was impossible for him to even think about the chance of being any different than that: it would ...ave meant turning his back to not only his sexual orientation but to his whole life, as well.But that was tempting him, so badly...His cock needed to be jerked, he had to nut to that insane desire, just that time, just once."Fuck," Michael let his hand run over the crotch, his cock popped up: rigid, hard, hungry. Just this time.Just once.... I never get tired of hearing it.W: Love those waves of pleasure. Just gonna soak in them for a bit. Oh, shit, he’s pulling out! Guess he’s tired cause he just laid down beside me.H: He’s off her. Now to get mine!W: “Oh, good, dear hubby! Fill me up but just be still at first.” I’m not quite done with the last one. He knows though. He’s so good to me.H: I’ll just soak in that fresh silky liquid and let my cock calm down. She needs to settle a little too. I’m in there and that’s the most. The only bath he ever saw was when he got caught out in a storm. He wasn't out to impress anyone with fancy ways. He'd only drunk two beers before the duded up drummer beside him opened a conversation. "Tight fisted bunch, here abouts. Haven't made a sale since I left Baker's Field." That a fact?" Patrick set his glass mug on the bar and eyed the young drummer's store bought suit and black bowler. "What ya sellin'?" Like I said, not much of anything, lately. Maybe the folks up in Owen's Valley. At Nick’s left, Tiffany’s assistant James was showing him something on a pad. On his right, Tanvi held her own pad on which she looked up some fact or another to confirm what James was saying. Everyone was, to one degree or another, performing for Nick’s approval. As Dennis first entered the room, approaching from Nick’s back, he thought his old friend was wearing a suit, but it turned out to be a jacket, chinos, and a plain black t-shirt. It wasn’t a strange outfit, but it was strange to see.