" I rubbed my cheek on his chest, caressing his smooth skin with my left hand. "Did you miss me?"His chest rumbled with laughter under my ear, the ans...er obvious since neither of us were wearing a stitch. "Would you like me to show you?"And he did.Some time later, as we laid together recouping, I told him what Marcus and I had spent the weeks doing, where we'd gone and the various sights we'd visited. He laughed at my revised opinion of hotels, agreeing with me somewhat, though not entirely. I. It's Danish. I am from Denmark." The accent. I didn't want to guess and be an ugly American." You are a beautiful American." I am." I laughed, and then he laughed. “You are a handsome Dane.”“What is your name?”“Honey.” “Honey. We say ‘honning’ in Dansk. Tell me about this book, Honey.”We found two armchairs near the in-store coffee shop. I told him I was in Manhattan for a solo vacation. He was in the city for work at an international conference.I told him all the Danish words I knew, which. It was a long process that was kind of like staging a ballet. Bringing it all together was my job when I was in town."Yes Ma'am," he said sarcastically."So how did it do?" I asked the bike mechanic upon arrival at the shop to pick up my trike."These things are tanks," he said. "I greased everything and adjusted the chain drive." I have been thinking about picking up another one, maybe the six speed model, what do you think?" I asked."It would make these hills easier to negotiate for sure," he. This would be good. That night, as I fell asleep, I jerked off thinking about what I had witnessed. I had never had a blow job and at his point I really wanted one. The next day, a Saturday, my sister and I were the only one’s home. Jessica came into my room about noon and said, “John, we need to talk”. “Jessica, there is nothing to talk about, I should have told, but I didn’t”, I said. She looked at me for a minute before asking, “Are you going to?”. She could tell I was thinking about.