“I suppose I am, well when it comes to doing it with a man,” I replied. Bill smiled and said, “want me to fuck you arse?” ...It was then that I confessed about how aroused I had become reading letters from gay men, or at least about their exploits. “Well then, let me help you fulfil your fantasy,” said Bill. Now I wasn’t so sure, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. It was as if Bill was reading my very thoughts. “Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle and if. Brandon had on dress pants and a white button-down shirt. Both waited nervously until the door-bell rang at 7 PM. The men were very punctual. They introduced themselves: Omar, the tall black one, Kevin, the youngest of them, slim and blond, and Robert, with blue eyes and a shaved head, who seemed to be in charge. Attending to business first, he handed Brandon the receipt for the credit-card charge. This was really rubbing salt into the wound. Why would he have to pay men from an escort service. Forget it that was all about me. The story starts now. The main characters of my story is me, my cousin brother and 2 girls Kalpana and Anjali( name changed).It was a fine sunday morning whe my cousin brother Sonu came to me and said that he needs to go to Nashik as it was his Uncles birthday and they are gonna have a great party there. Since I was free so I said yes and took my parents permission and we were on the way to Nashik. We boarded our bus and reached Thane and from there we took a. In the mirror above the counter I could see my wife's face twisted in concentration. Her eyes closed, her breast swinging in rhythm to the steady stream of breathless grunts and moans that escaped her slightly parted lips. With one hand she held herself up. The other was pressed against the glass as she rocked back and forth against the beat of his hips.I suddenly became conscious of my own throbbing cock. I didn't remember sliding it out of my trunks, but there it was jutting out towards their.