") So two leagues and the pot games were gone.Next on the agenda was golf; it went from twice a week to once a month, if I'm lucky. Then came the make...ver. She started buying me my clothes ("You can't go around looking like that."); changed my after shave (too tart), my underarm deodorant (too sweet), and my toothpaste ("You need this one, it has whiteners").Things got a bit sticky there for a while when she decided that we would trade in my pick up for a minivan. I put my foot down on that one. I am cumming to her foot without even touching my dick.I stop, I tell her that I cum but we need to continue. She leaves the bed, gets to the bathroom and brings me a towel. I clean my dick. I voluntarily go to the bathroom and clean it with water and soap. I return and she is lying on the bed. I ask her: "-I want to do it", "-what?", "-put it in the ass?". "-whose?". I am hesitant, I go with the safe option: "-Yours", but I can feel her begging to say "mine". She declines: "-I have no lube".. I told her mostly because of work and also this being a small town their are still some small minded people and being one of few black males doesn't help. She said that if they knew you like I do, that thought chain would die, and she said that with a wink. Then for her the gloves come off. She straight out asked me why would I want to walk around with nothing but a t-shirt on. I could come up with a good answer fast enough, so I head to tell the truth. I went on to tell her about my love to. It's not gay, but we don't want anyone getting any ideas." It's not gay, who is he kidding? I lost a bet and now I had to suck his cock, what else could it be? "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." He took off his shirt and I saw his perfectly chiseled torso and my dick almost shot out of my shorts. He had a beautiful six pack, and cute flat pink nipples. The contours of his chest lead down to the rest of his body, and I wasted no time in trying to explore more. I slowly lowered his sweatpants to.