"Yeah. I am. Fresh out of the closet though," I laughed.Will smiled back at me. "Well if you ever need any advice, I've been doing guys for years." He...paused and laughed. "I mean, dating guys. I never see you out with anyone, or anyone spending the night at your place or anything. If you want me to help out, I'd be more than happy to." I was shocked, completely taken aback. I had no idea what to say. Will just smiled at me in a conspiratorial way, then went back to his rake. But four days. I let go of the mirror with one hand and complied with his command. I grabbed my lotion-slicked cock and stroked myself in unison with his pumps. After only three pumps I was going to cum. I knew I would not let myself stop until he’d pleasured himself with my body, but I also knew his orgasm was coming quick too. In a split second I realized that he was doing a quickie with me, like my boss at the restaurant, like the guys at the YMCA, like my swim coach, like the guys at the arcade who. As they discuss lesson plans for the week, Ashley finds her gaze wandering over Michael’s crisp black hair, short and neatly combed. It sets off his very blue eyes. As she looked over his business casual attire, noting the hints of musculature, she thought to herself that this is one fine specimen of a man. She noticed Michael giving her the once-over as well and unconsciously straightened and set her shoulders back, thrusting small, pert breasts forward. They conversed quietly for a few. At this point he had his eyes closed, murmuring his wife’s name under his breath. He blew his load pretty quickly, but there sure was a lot of it. His jizz tasted a little more sour and salty, I guess just one of the effects of aging. It was bursting out of him though like he hadn’t come in weeks. I drew his head from between my lips where it had exploded and into my throat where he could shoot right into my stomach. Brian had given me a few more lessons on cum swallowing following my first.