They usually got home well after midnight. It seemed they were onlyreally happy when they were drunk. The only healthy part of the marriagewas their s...ex life.At sixteen years old he was playing with himself on his parent's bed,dressed in his mother black basque, lace top stockings, black thong andhigh heeled boots. His parents walked in and all hell broke loose.His mother slapped him, his father was screaming, calling him a "dirtylittle poof" "fucking queer".He ran to his bedroom and locked the. .i felt my cock twitch in my jeans.i stood up slowly, i thought about leaving and just taking my chances, but something inside me wanted this and wanted it bad, i turned from him and began to slowly slide my jeans to my ankles.I bent over the bed my fat arse presented to my boss, i didnt hear him stand but i felt his hands grabbing my arse cheeks, before i knew it i felt my boxers being pulled down and i was spanked hard.i didnt make a sound, then he hit me again, and again eventually a moan. Startled, I was dimly conscious of losing my balance, of needing the hand he was still clasping. Wrenching it free, I heard an ominous thunk as my fingers collided with something cool and smooth, Marco pulling away just in time for me to watch the wine glass bounce from the pristine cream table cloth, a torrent of red wine arcing upwards before splattering spectacularly all over the front of Marco’s dress shirt. ‘Oh my God.’ My lips tingling, I stared helplessly at the carnage and watched the. One time I grabbed his dick, my first holding another mans cock, it felt like rubber, he was throbbing it it in my hand but I didn't know what to do with it I should have sucked it or jacked him off for all the head he gave me, it was a nice pretty big black cock too. I joined the service a little later, (after getting my dick sucked by numerous guys, I even let a older white guy suck it, he was good so good I busted real quick) in the service there were a lot of gay guys there was this one big.