Me and him would always talk about fucking people like our friend erika who needless to say was a very attractive 16 yr old girl who ive known for all...my life. after a few minutes of bullshiting i asked him if he would ever "experiment" with another guy. his answer although good was very shocking." yea i think i would" was what he said. while thinking of asking him if he would do anything with me i got a massive erectionand as i looked at him i saw him staring at my know buldging pants and with. I asked a few of our tradies that did business with us who would be the best man to talk to, they all agreed that Giuseppe D'Acenzio was the man to talk to, Mr Concrete they called him.Ron and I tracked him down doing a concrete house slab. After the usual how do you do's I explained what we were looking for. His first question was do we have architect drawings, I told him no, what we wanted was someone with a broad enough knowledge of the building industry to look at the site and to consider. I did not know what to do, so I kept my eyes closed and held my breath. Hearing what I thought was an intruder enter my bedroom, I was lost in the sound of their footsteps softly padding towards me. With a shock I realised the person was now kneeling beside my bed. They were so close to me that I could feel warm breath on my neck. I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand clapped over my mouth to stop me. I was still so surprised at that move; I was unprepared to fend off a set of handcuffs being. He didn’t have a great one. I hadn’t seen all that many naked men up close back then, and I hadn’t seen any others at all over the previous year. His dick grew as soon as it was exposed to the air. Anger attempted to build a lump in my throat, but I promptly swallowed it. “Good boy, Rick.” I had long ago cast away what few guilty feelings I had about this. I was justified. No more guilt, no more anger. I was done. “Rick. Dick. Prick. Hump the air.”.