I was a late starter – 18 years old when I finally got my first shag (which to be honest was nothing special – a drunken affair after a party). Up...until then it had been a reliance upon my right fist and the porn of the day – back then we had to be content with a copy of Mayfair or Men Only, and very occasionally a rare porn VHS video. Today’s youth don’t know how lucky they are with the likes of XHamster etc. to satisfy their viewing needs.A bit about myself, I grew up in a country village,. "You better have shower" he says, "but first you must be thirsty after all that exercise..." I know what that means. He opens my cage door and I crawl out and take his cock out of his jeans. No sooner is it in my mouth than I feel a stream of warm piss hitting the back of my throat. It's hard to keep up but I drink it all as I know what the consequences will be if I don't. "Good cunt" he says as he finishes. Now here's a bowl of oatmeal. "When you've finished go clean up and put on your party. When I was seated on the Metro I slumped into my seat, stared out the window and thought about events after the gig in Grange Villa.The meeting in London had gone without a hitch. PJ had found out quite a bit about the record label that he hadn't let on during our phone conversation. They were a decent sized Jazz/Blues/Folk label based in the centre of Paris. The head of Cypres Records, Sylvain Dutronc was a thin be speckled man with a ponytail and an absolute music fanatic. In his early. I didn’t know why, but I was enjoying this a lot. The idea of him having me as his own made me so wet I was afraid he’d notice. Finally I took the initiative and planted my hand right on his crotch. I felt his member twitching and thrashing inside his jeans trying to get to me. He groaned, but other than that was dead silent. I leaned in and slowly kissed him on the lips while unzipping his pants. Then, I worked his dick out of the underwear and simple held it. The throbbing flesh was warm to.