"Just let me make a quick call, honey," he rasped.As he picked up the phone and dialed Marlene's number, Chrissy began unbuckling his belt. "Marlene?"...he said. "Ben. Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna be able to make it for lunch. I've, uh, got a few problems with Chrissy."The only real problem with Chrissy was that she was pulling down his pants and shorts and breathing all over his prick. It made it kind of hard not to stutter while he was talking to Marlene. It got even more difficult when. I am in my late thirty with average built and interested in guys and gals who like my 7.5 inch dick and never miss a chance if I get with a guy as well. I am with full energy and lookout for my chance.On that day when I was yet to go to toll on NICE road, a guy mostly in late twenty asked for lift. It was getting dark and I stopped the car ahead. He came running and asked for lift to Hosur road. In the first look I found him juicy. He was fair with lips were thick, athletic body, neatly groomed. M. –Hmmm-, He thought to himself, -now about this morning wood.- Understandably, he had woken with a raging hard-on that wouldn’t go down no matter how hard he tried to make it disinterested, and Mrs. Kierney was coming home soon so it had to be quick. Sleepily, he looked for something to aid his cause in attempt to eliminate the need to get out of bed. His phone had no service down in the basement, but he was already sufficiently aroused, and there were just a few sweaty minutes of. We'd known each other since high school, and had seen each other naked in the showers several times so there was no awkwardness involved when we both eventually began pulling out our cocks and jerking off together.During one of these sessions, after too many beers, he'd already shot his load and I was still working on mine when he asked me if I needed help before wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking it for me. I exploded a few seconds after that, and from that night on, whenever I was.