I rolled over to check the time and noticed Tony was still asleep. It was 8.50am on the clock. I got out of bed and jumped straight into the shower. O...nce out, with a towel on I headed down stairs to make a cup of coffee. Stood in the kitchen, coffee in hand when Andy was coming back from one of his morning runs. He had his shirt off and sun was glistening of his toned body and arms. He noticed me, waved and headed towards my door. I was hoping he would of went straight into his mams house. A hot gay shower scene was playing. I pulled up the sweater to play with my dick but he didn’t respond. He seemed more interested in following the younger guys around. So I kept cruising. A few minutes later I seemed to catch someone’s head nodding toward an open door in the corner. I walked that way and he slipped inside so I followed. This guy was really cute, probably late 40s with short, thick curly gray hair. He was well built and a few inches shorter than my 6-1. We closed the door and. ‘You don’t fool me with your damsel in distress act. You forget how well I know you. In fact, I am willing to bet you are sopping wet right now, aren’t you sweetie?’ She pushes on me and tries to free herself from my grasp. I pin her to the door harder this time and she lets out a muffled scream once more. ‘Let’s make a deal, huh?’ She nods her head in agreement. ‘If I reach down and discover you wet and waiting for me, I get you right here like this. If I am wrong though, which is highly. There were various fantasies games they played to preserve something and sex generally followed but they were running out of ideas. The hope they were clinging to was the ffm possibility. Not just any ffm. Bizarrely, I had become an essential participant. Julian's fixation, we all understood, wasn't funny at all. None of which simplified my dilemma. I didn't want to see my best friend's marriage fall apart but I couldn't solve the problem all on my own. It didn't help that I knew - and they.