Slowly then, she turned toward me. Looking at me dripping on her floor, she tossed me the towel to dry off. “You're making a mess on my floor mister...” she said with a grin, and turned and walked toward the back of the house.Moments later, after drying off and cleaning up the drops of water on the tile floor, I followed the path she'd taken toward the back of the house. As I arrived, I heard the quiet hiss of water running in the shower of the master bedroom. I approached the open bathroom door. "Are you being serious?" was the question I never got a verbal answer to, rather Dan made a hush sign with his finger and lips before moving his hands to unbuckle my belt and unbuttoning the fly of my 501 jeans, slipping his hand inside my boxers and grabbing hard on my cock. When Dan took my rapidly stiffening cock in his mouth I squealed "we shouldn't be doing this" he didn't reply as he was so beautifully kissing, licking and sucking that I thought to myself this is wrong but feels so good. As I push back again, he pushes into me, the head of his cock stretching me, I let out a little cry, but more in pleasure than pain, he takes a firm hold of my hips and starts to draw me towards him, sliding deeper into me, until his full length is filling my ass, then withdrawing and sliding deep into me again as I whimper with pleasure, my eyes clamped shut as he drives deep into me again and again.My own cock though untouched is pulsing as he fucks me deeper and deeper, thrusting into me,. In my world there were lots of people I worked with plus a great uncle who were gay. Most men I knew were pretty cool about there sexuality but my uncle stood out as he was a very boisterous openly gay man who dressed and acted more effeminately. I guessed I would be seen like he was. I know now that has never been or will be the case. I did not get it that being gay means simply refers to who we share out sexuality with and nothing more.After a few phones calls and rescheduled meetings we.