It seems Timmy was orphaned after his parents were tracically killed by a drunk driver and he, being a single gay man and Timmy’s Uncle, took the bo... in at the age of 8 and well, he explained, he too was seduced by the pretty boy’s charms and before to long they were both experimenting, Timmy learing of his “mind of its own” willy and Jess of how erotic a young boys erections were especially as he had to wash the “wet dream” sheets.Their relationship grew closer over the years to the point. When he returned he asked if I would be up to fucking him with him in a sling. Why not?I am game for most anything once. He led me to the basement where the sling was hanging from ceiling joists. He rolled on the condom , grabbed some lube and oiled up his fingers and and handed me the bottle. While he worked on his asshole,I slicked up my sheathed cock. Sometimes I have some issues with ED. This morning I had popped a Levitra and now was hard as ever. With the excitement of fucking this man’s. At 10pm Jim and I were, well, feeling no pain. We watched some hockey on the tv, but not really interested, and we talked to some patrons and the bartender. We were having a great time.In a blink of an eye, two very pretty women came into the pub and sat down right next to Jim and me. We talked and before you knew it we all were doing shots. The two women were married as well and they were in Williamsburg for an environmental conference. The two women, Lisa and Laura, were in the same. "What kind of thing is it?" I asked more than a little surprised."Divorce kind of thing, you will see tomorrow," she repeated.I wondered what in the world the woman could have said to cause Sylvia to put her into my schedule. Sylvia knew I didn't do PI work any more. Even if I did, I would not handle a divorce.When I got back to the downtown house, I realized that I still had the issue of the storage container office to deal with. Sylvia obviously had not found a home for the steel boxes or she.