I was entranced. The more I sucked, the more I enjoyed it. I quickened my pace and let more and more slide in. I reached down and started to stroke my...cock, but I was quickly reprimanded by my wife and told not to touch myself unless given permission. Then I felt pressure being applied to the back of my head and my throat at the same time.“That’s it, just open your throat. It’s OK, bitch.”She was making me deep throat her cock. She worked patiently, easing in a bit more each time as my throat. Ken continued the dance of words with the sexy looking, young, pretty gay boy saying "Yes I may call as I have something that may interest you." He then placed his hand down on his thigh just near his cock. Mitchell's gaze followed the movement of the hand and stared again for several seconds and thought that he had seen a twitch in the thick cock which was on display. The pretty, reddish blonde hair boy then replied "Yes, I think that you do have something of interest" and the tip of his. ‘Damn,’ I thought. I couldn’t stop staring, and I imagine he noticed that I was looking. He flexed his hard-on and it became obvious that he was flexing his erection knowing that I was staring at his crotch, almost like an invitation.I asked David, “Hey, would you like a back massage?”Without hesitation, David replied, “Sure!”I said, “Okay, then just lay down on the floor,” as I pointed to the spot where he could lie down.As David stood up, the bulge of his hard protruding penis was very. The next day was a Saturday and I woke up late. I found my parents had already left for their regular temple visit. Breakfast was nowhere in sight. I was feeling hungry. My uncle’s house was adjacent to ours and I wondered if my Aunt was home. My Uncle (dad’s younger brother) died in the year 2000. His children were all married and settled now. I was told that his youngest son and wife stayed with my Aunt. Like me, my uncle too, was a public sector employee who worked in Rourkela. My thoughts.