Throughout the rest of the night, I kept thinking about it, about giving him a handjob. I never thought I was gay, but for some reason, I was somewhat... interested in it.After a while, I started to get ready to go home, and he did the same. We got outside and I hung around with him while he waited for his taxi. After a few minutes I finally worked up the courage to ask him if he was serious about the handjob. He looked me in the eye and said “why don’t you come back to mine for a drink?”During. She'd seen most of the battle with Chuckles from a distance and had been quite positive that I'd been killed, so despite seeing me again alive and healthy (far too healthy actually), her nerves were quite a wreck.Miranda found her a blanket but otherwise there were no other clothes to be found. The other five women rescued from their transparent cells weren't quite in as good mental shape but they were all relatively herd-able and mobile, if done firmly and slowly. Bel started to have her long. I decided to go down stairs to the smoking area and have a cigarette. I was smoking when I realised I was busting so heading off to the toilet I was surprised to see, upon entering the gents, six cubicles.I usually use the cubicles as I like to take my time without anyone watching, also sometimes I have a wank and this night was one of those nights, as the wife was asleep there was no chance of anything else for me. I noticed that two of the cubicles were already taken which surprised me for. I couldn’t react before he started swaying it left and right, and I finally had time to process his body sweat and the smell of his uncircumcised cock. His dick area sweat aroused me, and I could taste my unflavoured saliva mixing with his dick taste and. I could savour his cock smell as he pushed his member left and right. I wanted to jerk off, but I wanted to be sexy and look polite, so in agony I just stared at his shaft and savoured his manly scent and the taste of old urine dried around.