His cock was steel sheathed in velvet. It was silky and sweet and salty, and his man scent was never off-putting, however long it had been since he'd ...showered. I spent hours, collectively, tonguing his cockhead and that silky patch of skin beneath the head and the one under his scrotum. As he did to me. Freud once theorized that homosexuality surfaced in people when they failed to leave the autoerotic stage of development - that time as small children when we become fascinated with our own. I bought myself a used VW Beetle to drive back and forth to school. On days when I could I drove Jack to school. The car really came in handy when I started having track meets. One of our meets was at home on a Saturday morning. Jack wanted to come watch me; so we drove up together. We won the meet and I placed second in the shot and won the javelin. On the ride back home I pulled behind an empty store building. I got out of the car and walked around to Jack's door."Why are we stopping here?". ‘It won’t be ready until about noon, but I’ve got enough Marriott points to get bumped to the top of the list for the hotel here.’ ‘I don’t suppose you want to try and drive home?’ Melanie asked, her voice hopeful. ‘Not really,’ I frowned. ‘They’re not used to getting so much snow this far south. It’s six hours home under sunny conditions. Never mind this mess. I’d rather take my chances on a plane than on a road full of morons who only see snow once every five years. And there’s no telling if. She lifted her face, tears streaming down it, to Peter.Peter took her gently in his arms, put her head on his shoulder, rubbed his hand over her back, and talked to her, "It'll be all right, Marily, it will. You'll see. I didn't mean to frighten you, you're beautiful, such lovely hair and eyes and figure. "Come," he told her, moving her toward the bedroom. Marily realized with a jolt that Peter was nude. He hadn't been in the bathroom, then, but in the bedroom undressing! She started to resist,.