You ever been fucked by a real man?" I shook my head no. "Well then today's your lucky day."I tentatively bent over and spread my legs. He put a lubed... finger in me first. I took it no problem, having been warmed up by my wife. Then I felt him reach under me, grabbing my cock that was hidden pressed against the bed. "God damn, he's still hard. You little bitch, do you want my cock? Are you gay?" No," I said weekly. "I don't want you to fuck me." It made no sense that I was hard. The part of my. If I had simply told you I wasn’t going to do it because I was afraid of how it would affect us, it probably would have been easier to deal with than the outright breaking of your trust. It was foolish of me and I made a grave error. I should have talked to you about it, and maybe we could have worked it out. Maybe I could have overcome my fears. Now, well, I’ve pretty much ruined everything.“The only thing I can do at this point, Squirt, is ask forgiveness from everyone. I’ve done that with. "Aaaah, I want to show you something." I said.He stopped for a moment, looking at me. "What?" He asked."Something you'll like. But you have to come now, and you have to be absolutely quiet."I was trying to keep from shaking, I was so nervous about what I found myself doing.He looked at me with that mischievous smile and gleam in his eye, wondering what I was up to, but was ready to follow.He wrapped his towel around his flat stomach as he followed me out of the bath.Just before we left his room. Young women, upon hearing the almost scandalous scuttlebutt extolling Joe's prowess as a slow-handed and talented tongued lover, desired to verify for themselves if what they had heard about Joe was indeed true. The net result being: Joe was tagged as a modern day Casanova and so, entered into what he himself sarcastically referred to as his bed hopping/kid in a candy store/counting notches on his thighbone period, a period in his life that lasted almost six years. Oddly enough though, as Joe's.