..but I needn't have worried. He looked like a retired farmer, in his muddied wellies, moth eaten cap and holey jumper. “Come on into the house” H...e said, as he removed his boots, opened the front door and gestured to me to enter. The interior was quite dark, but warm and cosy, in need a bit of tender loving care, and a woman's touch about the place, which I suppose that was what the job was all about. “Sit down, sit down” He said with a welcoming smile on his face. We hit it off straight away,. One Saturday afternoon the girls were headed to the mall to have lunch and shop so Joe and I settled into his man cave to watch some college football. Joe had converted his basement into his man cave equipped with a big screen television, a bar, a sofa, lounge chair and a table and chairs. We were sitting their watching what turned out to be a pretty lousy football game enjoying a couple of beers when Joe said to me, are you really interested in this game, it sucks. I wasn't all that interested. "It's runningdown onto my fingers and I'm going to lose my grip onyour foreskin. I'll probably end up giving you directaction on the head." Stan's glans was fully freed fromthe hood that I was holding back tightly, and as longas I retained my grip on the foreskin I was able tobump his corona on the up-stroke and put tension onhis frenulum on the down-stroke. Each time I pulleddown the front of his glans dipped and another drop ofclear viscous fluid oozed from its orifice. "If you touch the head. I let out a soft moan. Taking my hand, he took me to the bedroom. I climbed on his bed and laid back. He kissed my lips and asked if I missed him too,I said yes very much. He rubbed my dick till it was hard, stroking slowly. I closed my eyes and lifted my knees and spread my legs giving him access to my dick and butt. After a few minutes he said to roll over, when I did he massaged my butt cheeks a little. He used one hand to spread my cheeks and ran a finger down my crack. Wetting a finger he.