Yeah...mmmm..."His dick felt nice and warm and it had a really strong throb. When Itouched his dick, it twitched and throbbed in my hand. I had never ...ad anolder man's cock in my hand before.His eyes were still closed."Oh that's nice, lad. It's been so long since I've had somebody else'shand on my dick. Oooh!"I thought he was gonna shoot off there and then. Two years of built-upfrustration was being released in my hand. I could feel his cock throbbingwith heat. It was getting hotter with each. But I was shy. Quite normal, indeed! It's just sensible, for example, that I wouldn't run naked through the neighborhood. That'd be rather offensive. And that's not who I am. But what's wrong with doing so only among people who don't mind?! Nothing. This is the simple answer. But I'm not the only one having struggled with this naked truth. If I'd simply asked my parents, or my friends whether or not I ought to do it, they'd give me any answer but this one, wouldn't they? We usually don't find. Thinking about how the hell I had ended up in my current position - laying on a paper-covered table in a brightly lit treatment room with my legs pulled to my chest while a 20-something, blonde woman smeared hot wax all over my balls and ass. Each pull of the paper produced the same exclamation.“Fuck!”I had an entirely new appreciation for women’s grooming rituals. God bless them for doing this for us.I kept muttering under my breath, “What the fuck am I doing?”Diane, my ‘technician,’ had my. Verdammt, ich hatte keine Lust, mich mit ihren jungen Freunden zu befassen, obwohl ich einige von ihnen kannte und die meisten bei ihrer Hochzeit im letzten Jahr gesehen hatte.Ich wollte nicht mit ihr rausgehen, aber da sie genau wie ihre Mutter, meine einzige Schwester, ziemlich hartnäckig ist, bestand sie darauf, dass ich rauskam und ein bisschen Spaß mit ihnen hätte. Komisch, als ich da draußen war, haben sie angefangen, mir Fragen zu stellen und so weiter.Ich bin neunundvierzig, mindestens.