”, he said. We sat in a comfortable silence, the silence that two lovers would enjoy. Just sipping our respective beverages, and enjoying the natu...re all around us. I went to put my hot chocolate back on the bench, and he did the same. Our hands brushed again, and I felt the same passion I had felt before. It stirred a fire in me, the fire that had been missing for so many years. “We seem to keep doing that.”, I almost whispered. “I know.”, was all he said.Our eyes locked again, and I. Just as I feel my balls twitch and strain preceding ejaculation, his sucking pauses and my cum is arrested. My friend looks up and smiles at me, all I can do is return the smile tensely. My hand is taken to his cock and put to work on wanking up and down the shaft. It feels really warm and sweaty, it's as short, chubby and fleshly as its owner. I feel a bit uneasy at him putting his arm around me and giving me a hug. This is not love, I'm not gay, this is just a wank but not wanting to offend. She was eighteen, an adult, but it did apply to me, and Uncle Sam took his role seriously. After the funeral, he expected me to move to Houston with him and his wife, Gloria."Never happen," I said."You don't have a choice in the matter, Brent," he said."Sure I do. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, and tomorrow, I will petition the courts for emancipation and ask that the guardianship be set aside. If that petition is rejected, which is unlikely, Grace will ask the courts to. His own competence and quick thinking made him the type of person you didn’t mind following. One could easily imagine him leading his squadron into battle back in his army days. Mike was also an avid fisherman and owned his own boat. During the summer months, he would take the guys out on fishing trips on weekends when the weather was nice. There was always plenty of alcohol and the actual fishing always took second place to the drinking. Nobody seemed to mind, myself included. There were.