.. I chatted with the cabbie on the way to town. He kept saying he recognised me but couldn't place where from. I had a feeling he was probably one of...you guys ;) By the time we arrived in town Jenn was full on kissing a lad half her age (she's 38!) while the other lad was watching with a raging hard on. I turned to the cab driver and laughed. He shook his head and said he sees this all the time. He then gave me his number and told me to ring him when we were ready to go home and he'd pick us. None of us really wanted to be out too late what with all the other drunks driving around… lolAfter dinner we headed to their place, stopping for a bottle on the way. It was around 11pm by the time we were settled in. All of us were pretty buzzed and having a great time. My bud and I have known each other since our first year of college and I have always wanted to suck his cock, but I never wanted to risk our friendship, so I have always been very hesitant to make a move.The conversation. After the first squirt I swallowed. Perhaps it was a guilty conscience, perhaps I was horny, perhaps he deserved it, but whatever the cause, I swallowed every drop of his load. It wasn't too bad. A bit salty and sticky. The feeling in me when I did swallow it was beyond compare. It was almost pride.The next few days went on without too much sex. We did what we normally did, when on holiday except that I was naked all the time and he wasn't. Then I had my period. I had envisioned myself. My slightly blurry brainsearched for something to say. I wasn’t used tostarting conversations. More importantly, I wasn’t usedto being the aggressor and that was what I suddenlyfelt the desire to be now. I stared at Wayne’s body stretched out before me. Hewas tall, and thin, with the long lanky limbs that Iloved– I love. He wore his usual outfit of faded,almost-tight blue jeans and a subdued Polo shirt,tucked in at the waste. His arms were up, folding underhis head to.