”“I can tell you but I don’t know if it will help you get laid,” Xander replied. “It’s almost supper time and I have to get home. Why don�...�t you come over after dinner and we’ll ride somewhere and find some privacy. I tell you what I can then. Can you keep our secret until then?”“I will,” Billy agreed.Xander was quiet at the Ferguson family’s supper. Westin sensed his nervousness. No one else noticed. Gabriel, their nine-year-old brother, chattered on about things he and his friends did at day. ‘Oh please, please, we can’t do this, we really can’t, I am married’. My voice is thick with emotion. ‘Yes, so am I but I need you, I love you’ Love? How could that word apply to the two of us? We are friends, good friends whose partners too are friends, it cannot be more. The arm pulls me close once again with renewed urgency and the hand pushes firmly against my weak resistance. My arousal has not and will not diminish and as a soft, wet mouth nibbles at my lips, my own mouth offers no. “What's that dear” I responded.“You know I told you that mom is going to be selling her house. Since dad passed away two years ago she has realized that she really doesn't need that huge house and lately it has become a real chore to keep up with everything. Well she called me a few days ago to tell me she had sold the place and had found a new place to live. There's just one problem. She has to be out of the house before her new place is going to be ready. I hope you don't mind but I told her. She had her mouth on mine, her lips pressed to my own, her tongue soon pushing past to taste me and see if I had done what she asked of me. I had, of course, wanting to see what she would do about it, and I wasn’t disappointed. My pants were soon down at my ankles, her lips enclosed around my cock as if she were a starving woman, her tongue engaged in licking me from the head to the base and back. She knew that, especially after what I had done with her in mind, my dick would take some time to.