Ryan came out of the stall watching me eat the cum off my fingers. He said “I guess they were right you are a cum slut. How many guys have you sucke...d?” With a mouth tasting of cum I said “you were my first, you made me like this. When i tasted you cum i want to just have more and this whole time as i sucked all those dicks today i was hard in my pants, I can’t think straight and right now all i want is your dick in me.” Ryan laughed and said “well if you want my dick so badly then here.” Ryan. The pressures of the surrounding society. But I missed them. I missed them very much! I missed the feel of their young, hard cocks in my mouth; of my lips around the flaring ring of their glans; of the satiny smoothness of their buttocks; their thighs; their flat bellies---but most of all, I missed the emotional intensity of our encounters, and their load of warm, fresh, YOUNG cum, as it spurted into my eager, and waiting mouth; so that I could internalize that part of them after they had left!. Winding through the residential streets I saw a new house under construction. I slowed down to see if there might be any hot construction guys around. Most of them were younger slim guys, pretty good looking but not especially my type. Then I saw whom I assumed to be the boss of the operation. A tall, heavyset man with flat top hair and a two or three day growth of beard. From the quick glance, I got he looked like one of those men who had been very muscular in the past and was going a. Even after some months of living here, he did not know whether to be relieved or sad that he was back in London. It heralded a close of a chapter, perhaps even the book. When he’d returned from his extended sojourn abroad he had found hospital work in the country town of Norwich. It had been a happy enough exile and had provided a wealth of experience for a young doctor. The daytimes were full and busy with treating patients and conferring with more experienced colleagues. However, the nights.