I sit down and have my coffee and let my mind wander. It's been a while since I have had sex and I start to think about how good it would feel to have...you in my arms. My cock starts to stir as my mind wanders. I need to release the pressure and desire inside me. I do my usual morning workout and get all hot and sweaty. My blood is pumping through every vein in my body at an increased rate by the time I am finished. A five mile run, fifty press ups and fifty crunches will do that to you. Time to. Arman's grip on the controls had relaxed. He had finally learned the airplane wanted to fly and didn't need him making large adjustments. Waylon was pretending not to watch him while studying a photo of the airport on his tablet, making sure he had the layout committed to memory.The flight had come together on short notice. Representatives from the Republic of China, better known by most of the world as Taiwan, had made an interesting proposal. Waylon was intrigued enough to agree to fly in and. They were the yells and screams and applause of people that had been waiting for days, weeks even for this moment. And every night, when he heard this, it didn't matter how tired he was, how hungover or pissed off or burned-out, it always brought him to life. It was like... like... like he'd found himself again, his purpose, his reason for being."Found myself," he muttered, setting his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. "Yeah."He picked up the guitar and grabbed the G chord again. He began. ”“Why?”“Because I think you would look cute with your dick in your ass.”I gave him an irritated smile, “Why won’t you let me date Shannon?”“Because she’s my whore.”“So?”He looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time. “I tell you what, my sports hero friend. I will not let you date my little slut, but I will let you marry her if you want to.”“You would let marry her but not date her?” I asked incredulously.“Yes,” he stated simply.I stared at him a few moments and scratched my head.I.