I can’t say that I enjoyed my first butt-fucking but being in an industrial park and after-hours, nobody could hear my grunts and groans. Jake would...never let me touch his uncut dick or suck it. To him, that was far too gay. Strangely, however, butt-fucking my arse didn’t qualify as gay to him."Hank continued, "Over the next year and a half, we did a lot of overtime and I was always fucked senseless by him. I was completely addicted to his huge cock. When his wife grew ill Jake retired to care. As the conversation went on she started to flirt with me. I had been with girls before and I started to get turned on.Angie asked me to come with her, I did'nt know what we were about to do and did'nt care. She led me to the master bedroom. I sat on the foot of the bed while she was in the bathroom. When she came back into the room she was wearing only her t shirt. She sat next to me and my hart raced. Looking into each others eyes our lips came togeather. Our tounges swirled and danced. Angie. “Yeah, could you hang these decorations around the pool?” she asked. “No problem.” I said quickly grabbing them and going outside. I had most of the decorations up when Stephen came outside. He walked over to me and whispered, “Second drawer in the bathroom, there’s something there for you.” and then walked off. I hung the last few decorations and quickly headed to the bathroom. The anticipation was getting to me wondering what he had left. I closed the door and locked it behind me and dug. I was speechless as I went downstairs. Rema Chechi asked, “What happened, you look tired?” I said, “It’s a headache, and it will be fine.” I avoided meeting anyone again for the day. I felt ok after a few hours.But I could not sleep even after hours in the night. Whenever I closed my eyes, it came to my mind – the scene of a stranger, masturbating in my bedroom with my own undergarment. I could not control my mind. I got up and searched for the panty and found it deep inside.I took it out and.