I refrained from touching myself, although my cock was as rigid as a fucking flagpole. Eventually the film finished, I looked over at him. “So, what...did you think?” I asked. He blushed and didn’t meet my gaze.“That was great,” he said. “I loved it.”I stood up and moved between him and the TV. He was looking at me now, and I let my robe fall completely open, so he could see my erect cock and heavy balls. He looked away, but I said: “Its okay Charlie. I like you looking at me. I want you to see. Paul's cock was still inside him, slowly softening until he pulled out of him. Jim didn't say much and desperately avoided thinking about what he had just done. Paul offered Jim the first use of the shower, which Jim was glad to accept. He scrubbed himself red trying to get rid of the feelings of Paul's body against his.Jim could barely look himself in the mirror, he looked dishevelled, everyone who looks at me will know what I've done, he thought in horror.He dressed hurriedly and quietly. ‘Did you see that awful uniform she was wearing?’ Miranda asked me, after she was out of sight. ‘I didn’t really pay attention,’ I replied. ‘Are you kidding? That poor girl. She should get hazard pay.’ ‘I must have been looking at you the whole time . . . ‘ She giggled. ‘Save that kind of line for someone a little blonder.’ I laughed. Soon, the waitress returned with our food. We finished our meal in due course. Then she came back a little later with a dessert menu. ‘I see you two have finished. He then drank his beer, emptying his jug, and gestured for the feline waitress to come back with another.“Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm...” His voice sounded muffled as he laughed with lips sealed. “Hahahaha...” He opened for a second handful of the juicy meat, but realized he could not stop laughing. “HAHAHAHA!” His head fell back and he banged the wooden table, breaking it along with the privacy formation.“Sir?!” The waitress who returned with a new jug of beer flinched in fear.“We don’t want troubles here,.