..It was just like any old evening, you were browsing some porn, having a good wank, when you stumbled upon a site that caught your interest. At first..., it looked like some weird porn website, but reading a bit into it, you found that this was a website for a genetics lab made for creating futas. Your interest quickly switched from jacking off, to inspecting this site deeper.As you browsed the page you saw a link for job offers for the lab and went on to press it. It showed multiple positions in. “Instead of betting on the game, bet on me.”“What do you mean?” he asked.“Well,” I said, “Give me the four hundred dollars you guys always put in your football pool and I’ll give a blowjob to the winner of each of the four quarters.”This had always been a fantasy of Bill’s ever since he read about it on a web porno page.“I’ll call the guys,” Bill said, a big shit-eating grin on his face.Super Bowl Sunday arrived and I was excited. The thought of four cocks had my pussy moist. I love to suck. He used to say, “Sure, it will keep your virgin body stronger, but sex is the best exercise. It will keep you younger for a longer time.”Returning to that night, I cursed myself, “What’s the fucking point in being younger if you have nobody to fuck!”I blamed myself for living two decades post the death of my wife. The shelf was empty, and the photobook was not there. I then went to look elsewhere. On my way, I stroked my cock, hoping I would get aroused by those memories of casual sex with. Sticky fingers - they all looked the same to me. I don't know how it is that you know when you are being watched ? The store was pretty deserted and yet I swear I felt eyes on my arse. It's big , curvy, eye-catching. Why NOT look at it? Then I heard the squeak of trainer soles on the floor. I looked back andthis HUNK was sooooo not looking at my arse. Trouble was he was looking at the ceiling, and there was as sure as hell nothing interesting up there. He'd got some grout and stuff in his.