"It'll be open," I assured him, "just not rocking yet." I didn't want too big a crowd, after all, so I had chosen to go early. Businessmen after work ...nd such, not the young dancing crowd. Besides, it was a weeknight. It was a ways away, but we'd get there by eight. And, assuming I could make myself go through with it, we'd be leaving by nine. We got in, found a table, and even before he had gotten drinks from the bar, I had shredded a napkin on the table. The jitters were really setting in. I. Role playing, sexy Teddies, something different would occur every time. Like with the escorts, she'd draw out his first cum quickly, but usually after he'd licked her into readiness and they fucked. Then the games began.One thing became certain: whenever he travelled on business and came back, travel sandwiched between fucking. She left him sated at departure and welcomed him with open arms and legs upon his return. If the boys didn't lead him astray and enflame his libido, whores would never. ” I said, smiling apologetically. I was about to launch into an excuse when he cut me off. “You better go and stand over there.” He motioned with his head towards the fireplace, directly in front of him. “What? Are you putting me in the naughty corner?” I was trying to sound unruffled, but he had caught me off-guard. “I want you to go and stand over there.” He spoke with deliberate slowness, his voice flat but insistent. I thought I saw his eyes glint mischievously. What was he up to? Smiling. My hand hovered above his cock for a moment as I didn’t know what to do at that point but his erection jumped up and touched my hand. Like a Venus fly trap, my hand captured his glistening rod and squeezed him slightly, allowing it to slide through my hand and then I let my palm drift down his lovely shaft. I fluidly ran his erection through my fingers several times before the reality set in. “This is my boy.” I thought. “My little man.” He wasn’t so little anymore and I could feel his warm.