I stroked my cock again and loved the feeling but knew I had to move out of the bed. So I got out of bed and pulled on my sweat pants and sweat shirt ...and made my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and loved the way my shaved cock looked. I noticed that I had missed a few hairs close to my balls so after my morning pee I found my dad’s razor and shave cream and began carefully removing any hair I could find.My cock responded just like yesterday and it started to get in the way of. Jason and Maria Elena had to stand, but the others, to show sympathy and solidarity, chose to stand with them. It was just starting to get dark outside when the trolley stopped in an old section of the city just outside the ancient wall. ———- The Socrates Club was a unique institution, because it was the only place in Danube City where criminals could meet and socialize. The club occupied an entire block: there was the main building housing a restaurant and dance hall, an adjacent building with. From the outside the club looked nothing special what looked to have been a part of a warehouse in the past, a discreet club name to the right of the door with a bell push under it. Once through the door it was an opulent hall way with a hostess who too our entry fee and guided us to a cloak room where we could undress and safely store our clothes and valuables from their we were given a guided tour of the premises. We were finally left in a bar area where drinks were charged to our wrist. Eventually he rolls off of me and onto his side. His breathing slowly becoming deep and rhythmic. Only when I am sure he is asleep do I tiptoe to the bathroom. I begin to sob as I sink slowly to the floor. My back against the cold wood of the door. Shoulders shaking. What is happening to me? That wasn't Tom. Kind, generous, loving Tom who is always such a gentlemen. Always treats me with nothing but respect. He would never treat me like that. And yet he had. I can still feel the tell tale.