But there we were, all snuggled up on the settee, Robert sound upstairs so we had the green light to go. Cliff is a lovely fella, I simply cannot get ...enough of his. He turns sex to poetry and has enough good rhythm to create a new tune every time we bond. And now, letting my hand wonder and watching his expression and hearing his agreeable moans, I am in my element. He kisses me full on the lips with some French thrills too, his tongue finding mine and twiddling like you do when you are in the. "God I NEEDED that SO BADLY, Jack! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!"I heard him give another chuckle. "You need to drop by more often, man! Seriously. If your wife isn't taking care of that cock of yours, then I WILL!" I know!" I replied. He was right about that, of course. My wife and I had not had sex in well over several decades! I'd begun visiting Jack and his glory hole not because I no loved my wife (that wasn't it all), but simply because I needed SOME sort of sexual outlet! Sure, porn was fun; and. “Who?” the girl asked.“Jeff,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Here, Jeff, smell these,” the blonde said, thrusting my boy shorts at my dad.“I don't want to smell my daughter's panties,” Dad groaned even as the woman thrust them in his face. “Stop that, Vanessa and... and...”He snatched the boy shorts from her and inhaled my incestuous juices. This wicked, deviant heat rushed through me. I had no interest in Dad sexually—I was gay—but I still found incest hot. It was the only way I could watch porn. I push away and stick her in a stall. I frantically try to pick up my pants and boxers and I run to a urinal. The teacher walks in and yells at me for not getting to band. I tell I was just pissing. She doesn't look like she believes it but lets me go. The next day, I find out Christy made it out okay too. Christy and I don't speak with each other until sophomore year. I had already gotten another girlfriend, and Christy was still alone. Well, I had a huge project for.