Sahil moved over his hand and started caressing the bulge in between Irfan's jeans. Slowly, the bulge started growing. The more Sahil massaged, the bi...ger the bulge got. Sahil's mouth watered and he bent over and kissed and licked the bulge. 'Unzip me!' Irfan ordered. 'Yes,sir!' Sahil replied. Sahil first removed Irfan's belt. Then Sahil unhooked the jeans and opened the zip slowly. Sahil lowered the jeans and then took them off. Irfan was now lying in his boxers and shirt. The bulge was much. It’s been too long already. You promised you’d never make me wait like that again.” I said, pulling Ben’s shirt up and scratching along his back. Ben’s eyes flashed passion I hadn’t ever seen from him before. “Emma, not here . . . I want you, but not here. Let’s head back to the hotel.” He said as he helped me off the table and handed me my helmet and gloves. I wasn’t sure if I could handle the ride back but knew it would be worth it. Ben took it easy on the throttle on the way to the hotel,. I am not gay, but I sure was in the mood to try something new for a change. I thought I would let my inhibitions go for the night and try to let him know I wanted him. It was around 11pm and his parents had gone to bed when he asked if I wanted to watch a gay video with him and I said yes. He popped it in and then he said to me that he wanted to perform the same things we were watching on each other. I thought it was a trick but I agreed. I said to myself that I thought he could read my. I got fed up with his big talk and small results. I kicked him to the curb.”“Peter was my source of strength. I felt that I could do anything with him around. I was his sanctuary. I was needed. You have no idea how empowering it is to be needed.”“Ed needed my paycheck.”“I’m not talking about that. Peter would come home from some of his trips exhausted. I’d rub his back, talk to him, and just listen. He couldn’t tell me much, but I understood the pressure he was under. It was the worst in the.