I felt their fingers on my body. Washing me. Caressing me. I ignored the irony of this pleasure in return for my indiscretion. Their hands coaxed ...my hiding cock into the burning water. The heat was at once painful and arousing to the tender skin of my genitalia. A hand on my face steadied me as a deftly manipulated razor smoothed the fine, sparse growth of the day from my face. A hot cloth finished the job as it blinded and deprived me of my senses.Hands again took my arms and extracted. I looked for WiFi signal (Thank god my mother hadn’t turned it off). As usual, I opened up a gay porn site. I searched for another site, but then I had seen the whole gay Indian videos in that site.With time no time, I opened the browser whose icon wasn’t there on the Desktop or the quick launch, but, some where deep in the menu. The moment I typed the first letter, the sweet browser helped me with the site. I went to the visitor sections, the few messages, and I decided to look for people. The one thing which made me wonder he never mentioned girls at school or asked if he could bring one home I mentioned it one day all he said was ‘why I already live with the most beautiful girl I know’I must admit I welcomed the attention and enjoyed every minute of the flirtation OK I know he is my son but I enjoyed being courted we held hands continuously when were at home or out and about. We did get quite a few glances some of approval and many of disgust I didn’t care I knew Frank loved to. I kept my waist small, my stomach muscles ripped, and my arms and chest hard as steel. I strive for the sleek physique of NBA ballers and not thick veined bodybuilders. That wasn't sexy. I lived to be sexy. That's why i had my polo striped shirt slightly ajar, sleeves rolled up and a fresh pair of linen pants tied around my thirty two inch waist when I greeted Diane at the airport. Being sexy came easy for me. I worked hard on my body but my ethic background gave me an exotic shade of brown. I.