Some of the hands belonged to strangers and not all were women's hands, but it felt good and I watched as Jake received the same treatment. My cock gr...w hard as did his and we stared at each other across the open space between us.Jake was taller than I was, all blond and fair, with rippled abs, hard pecs and a hard tight ass. His skin was smooth and hairless and he looked like one of those ancient Greek statues that you see in books except for the fact that his cock was long and hard and. We have gotten high together, I have gotten her in trouble with her folks and she with mine. We are best friends, we are lovers, we are soulmates. But it wasn't like that always, it came over time, we grew together, we have shared desires and hurts. We have shared pain. I cried with her when she couldn't hardly walk when she was pregnant with James. I was with her in the delivery room. I saw all the gory details and saw her at her worst. I was the one that carried her over my shoulder, with. The 1960s in Britain was a repressive era, although the first refreshing winds of change came in 1967 - five years after the Cuban Missile Crisis - with the official decrimilisation of homosexualaity. Even though I was only eighteen, I remember both momentous events vividly, hoping that my first sexual experience would be with another male.The 'black sheep' of the family (my mother's brother) was Uncle Guy. Back then, I didn't pick up the overt camp signals, such as the pink silk pocket. No please stop pleaseeeeeeeee I begged. She took her time with the rod and sometimes between strokes she lube my cock to keep it rock hard. I was bent over the back of the stuff chair with my legs wide, hands pulling my ass wide open. She would stop the rod then tease my cock, slowly rubbing the oil up and down while my ass was on fire. Then push a finger up my ass while her hand gripped my cock. ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh I was so close. The stimulation in my anus sent waves of pleasure as she open.