We went together into the kitchen, still naked, and when the three had sat at the table with steaming mugs of coffee Phil commented "Go all night, eh? What happened to taking care of everyone? You came in seconds! And that was awesome, by the way, that was awesome. I've never seen Janey take so much cum at once.
"Oh, was I supposed to take care of someone else? Who, may I ask?"
"Us," both Phil and Tom answered together, gesturing at each other.
I sighed, and responded, "No, Tom, that's not going to happen. It's true that I get hard when I look at you. I got really horny when I saw your cock dripping cum through your bike shorts. I had a really difficult night last night because of it. I imagined it all night. But I couldn't even jack off while thinking about you. I felt so guilty lusting after such a young looking person. I finally decided that I could make love with you, but realized that I'd hate myself afterwards. I wouldn't know whether I was attracted to you because you look so young or are so beautiful. I have never before been attracted by a young boy. I'm just too confused by my feelings now. But I can't get past the thought that you look about 14 to me, and 14 is too young."
"But I'm not 14," he said. "I'm 24 and old enough to make my own decisions."
"I know, but that's not the point. It's not you. It's me. To me you look 14. It's a long story, and I don't want to get into it, but believe me when I say that I have my reasons."
"What about Phil?" he asked. "He's looks his age, and I suspect he's just as anxious to get together with you as I am. I bet you'd fuck him."
"Not you either, Phil," I answered. "You two are obviously very fond of each other. Friendship like that is rare and precious. I will not do anything that would jeopardize that. I've lost too many friends for far more sinister reasons. I'll not be responsible for you two losing each other, and my fucking Phil would more likely than not lead to that."
Phil interrupted at this point. "You certainly enjoyed Janey, and she's a friend too. She's the same age as the two of us. Is it her big dick? Her soft tits? Her readiness to please? Tom and I have all that except the tits. We give good blow jobs too, and fuck each other and Janey a lot. Did you think about that?"
"Janey caught me by surprise. When I thought she was a woman, I was already attracted to her, and even though there's a great difference in our ages I flirted and daydreamed about making love to her. When I saw that she was, or had been, a man, it destroyed my resistance."
"I'm still a man," Janey said. "I never expected to grow tits, and when I did, I found that I like them. I like being attractive to men, and I like showing them off. I also like playing with them when I jack off. Before I grew them, I jacked off a lot, but when the tits appeared it just seemed so much better. They're really sensitive. Perfect for me. It's like I have a girl who's always ready for me and always hot for a tumble. I like fucking men and women, and I like being fucked by both. What about you?"
"I was quite clearly horny, after a night if fantasy and no release. And she was on her knees before I could stop her. And by the way, Janey, that was not the best blow job in the County. I suspect it's the best blow job in the Western Hemisphere. I really couldn't help myself. I haven't cum that fast since I was a teenager, playing grab-ass in the back of my old Chevy. You're an artist."
"Thanks," said Janey. "I learned when I was very young myself, when I was raped by an older cousin. He taught me well."
"That's my point, Tom. Janey, and I suspect a lot of young men, were raped when young. It affects us. It affects the way we feel about ourselves and how we react to other people. We always expect to be betrayed, to be used, and we have very lonely lives after that. Intimacy is impossible for us. We mistake sex for intimacy, and never really get to know anyone else. It's hard to explain, but I'm violently against sexual exploitation of young boys and girls. I've seen a lot of that, and I can't be a party to it. When I can, I put a stop to it."
"But ?" interrupted Tom.
"I would rather have intimacy than sex with you." I said. "Can you understand that?"
"I don't know what you mean," said Tom. "I'm a fully adult male, and I want to have sex with you. What's wrong with that?"
" I'm sorry, but that's the way it is."
"I can't help how I look," said Tom. "You aren't being very fair. To reject me because I look young is prejudice. You're not being fair. I have needs just like everyone else, and you shouldn't judge a book by its cover."
"You're right, of course. We don't get to choose the body we're born into or what happens to that body over the years - just look at mine. Scars and age have turned me into a sad parody of what I used to look like. In a way, though, I'm glad you didn't see me then, because you would only feel pity for the way I look now."
I put omelettes in front of them and said, "Eat now, and then you must go. Janey, you're wonderful and I'd love to explore more of you soon. You're welcome here anytime, naked or dressed, man or woman, horny or uninterested. But Tom and Phil. I'd like to be to be friends with you. I would prefer intimacy with you rather than sex. I hope that any time you have need of help from an old man, you'll call on me."
We continued to talk while we ate, of the weather, biking, boating (I invited them to come on my yacht and to teach them how to sail) and anything but the elephant in the room - sex and my desire for each of them.
When we finished, I walked them to the door and watched while they dressed. Each of them looked awesome, each in his or her own way. Tom was smooth and fragile, Phil was heavy and muscular, and Janey was feminine and manly at the same time. Their erections had softened by now, and I saw that each one of them was well hung, clean and alluring. When they had finished dressing and I opened the door for them, Janey turned to me and said, "I would like to stay for a while. I don't have to be at the restaurant until 5:00, and I'd like to spend the day with you."
I nodded and said, "I haven't showered yet, but you can stay and shower with me if you like." Phil and Tom looked at each other, then turned and without another word walked down the steps.
Janey said, "I have a better idea. You clean up the kitchen while I draw us a bath. You do have a tub, don't you?"
"Big enough for the two of us and plenty of room left over. This house is 150 years old. I have never updated the bathrooms since I was a little boy. You'll love it. Second door on the left." With that, she slung her net bag over her shoulder and started for the stairs. I went into the kitchen and started loading the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. I cleaned the pans by hand and dried them and put them away. When I heard the water in the tub shut off, I went quickly up the stairs, picking up last night's clothes as I went. I dumped them into the hamper in my bedroom and opened the door to the bath.
She was naked again, her clothes neatly hung on the hooks on the back of the door. She was lighting the last of a half dozen candles, bent over with her back to me. Her smooth tight ass cheeks beckoned me, her asshole visible as were her balls hanging between her legs. I came up behind her, reached down between her legs and clutched her cock in my hand. It was semi-hard and enormous. She stood up, leaned back onto my chest, and said, "Me first." I let go of her cock and she stepped gracefully into the large claw-footed tub, bracing herself against the sides as she sat down with her back against the end opposite the faucet. "Now you," she said.
I stepped into the tub, not nearly as gracefully with my bad knees, turned around and sat between her bewitching legs with my back to her. She held my shoulders and pulled me back until my head was between her breasts and my lower back against her now-rigid cock. As she slowly lathered her hands with a bar of Oil of Olay soap, I concentrated on my back, trying to gauge the size of that weapon with my back. I knew it was bigger than mine, but couldn't imagine precisely how long it was. It was thick enough and hard enough to be a little uncomfortable against my spine, but felt wonderful anyway. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and grabbed the back of her knees, pulling her legs tight against my ribs. She lifted her feet, put them between my legs and locked them together holding me in a tight but not painful scissor hold.
She began lathering my chest, starting at the base of my throat and slowly massaging my man-tits. I wondered why I was not embarrassed by my flabby chest and soft belly, but let her explore all she wanted. She ran her fingers over each scar, seemingly trying to memorize each of them. Her arms were just long enough to reach over my shoulder and explore my navel, occasionally brushing against my cock head. My cock was throbbing. It was big enough to reach just past my navel, but instead of grabbing it, she continued to wash my chest and belly. Her fingers became more firm, and I could feel her breathing getting heavier, now and then a slight moan as she exhaled. Suddenly I felt her cock throb, her legs tighten around my ribs, and a long moan escaped her lips. She started to cum, shooting between our bodies, smearing my back and her chest at the same time. I was so surprised that I also started to cum, and there we were, neither having touched the other's cock, cumming like two teenagers on their first date.
When we had finished and had caught our breath, I reached forward and turned on the shower. I stood up, not saying a word, and she followed. We rinsed off, cleaning each other's cum, and lathered each other's genitals. We were both getting hard again, not the raging hardons we had before, but just enough to make our dicks feel heavy in each others' hands. She stepped out of the tub first, and I turned off the shower and pulled the plug to drain the tub. She had already grabbed a towel from the shelf, and softly and carefully dried me off, head to toe, concentrating on my ever-hardening cock and my balls, reaching between my legs to dry my ass crack. Then she stood up and, using the same towel, dried herself off then wrapped the towel around her long black hair, piling it all on the top of her head. "Is it OK if I get your pillow wet? You don't seem to have a hair dryer."
"I'd be honored," I answered, and led her by the hand into the bedroom.
We spent the entire afternoon in bed, and I fucked and sucked her, and she sucked and stroked me. She wanted to fuck me too, but I explained that I wasn't made that way. For me, it hurt too much. I knew other guys said it only hurt at first, then it felt fantastic. But for me, the pain never stopped. It never got to the point where I could enjoy it. I had tried several times, usually with men with particularly small cocks, but it never worked for me. She accepted that and enjoyed whatever I did for her and she did for me. It was a magical day, and at 4:30 she dressed and left for work.
A couple of s later, I was drifting off to sleep in the owner's stateroom of my yacht in a post-coital reverie, when I heard a loud thump against the hull. I thought it might be a floating log from the storms we had had earlier in the night, but then I heard whispers coming from the porthole. I quickly grabbed the old Colt .45 I kept in the shelf beside the bunk and started to get up. Janey stirred and asked what was happening and I quickly and quietly told her to get into the hanging locker next to the stateroom door and stay there. She did what I asked without question - a trait I valued, believe me, and I slowly and silently opened the overhead hatch to the foredeck. I rose to stand on the bunk while I peered through the opening, but couldn't see anyone there.
Again, slowly and silently, using the skills I had acquired over decades of covert operations, I crept through the door and into the main salon, when I heard Phil's voice calling out, "Anyone there? We need help!"
I reached behind me and turned on the cabin light, and there were Phil and Tom. Phil was holding Tom around the waist and Tom's arm was around Phil's shoulder. Phil was dressed in his customary jeans and plaid shirt, but Tom was naked, and bleeding from cuts on his face, chest and hands. His flaccid cock seemed raw and inflamed. He was also covered in bruises, which stood out clearly against his pale smooth skin. I called for Janey, and she came quickly into the salon, gasping as she saw Tom leaning heavily on Phil. "What happened?" she asked.
Phil answered, saying only that Tom had hooked up with the wrong guy and got the crap beat out of him. Tom said nothing, and I was concerned he was about to pass out. Laying my .45 on the table, I told Janey and Phil to help me get Tom into the shower, which they did. I then told Janey to take Phil to the galley and show him how to make some tea - regular for Phil, Tom and me, and a special herbal tea I kept in the refrigerator for Tom. As they moved toward the galley I told Janey to put fresh sheets on our bed and get the first aid kit from the locker in the pilothouse.
Sitting Tom on the toilet, I closed the door and turned on the hand-held shower. Tom leaned wearily against the bulkhead, and again I thought he was going to pass out. Instead, he said, "What are you going to do?"
"First I'm going to clean you up and check for broken bones, then I'm putting you to bed. Judging by those bruises on your ribcage and belly, there may be some internal damage, so I'm going to check for that as well, but we'll probably not know for sure until morning."
I waited for the water to get lukewarm, then starting at his head. I rinsed the blood and what I took to be dried cum from his face and chest. I rinsed his entire body, including his swollen cock and bruised ball sack. As I got to the filthy bandage on his knee, I carefully removed it and while I rinsed the dried blood from the cut, I said, "Well, the stitches look fine, and you could probably have them removed in the next day or so. How's your butt?"
He didn't answer, and I saw that his eyes were staring at my semi-hard cock. "Never mind that," I said, "I'm not going to hurt you any more than I must, and I'm certainly not going to be looking for any sex tonight. You know how I feel about that.
"I know," he said. "But I can't help looking. You're really hot, you know."
Then I shut off the water and took out some antiseptic cream soap and began lathering his smooth hairless head. The soap had the appearance and texture of cum, and I couldn't help getting a little harder as I spread it on his head. With my cock so close to Tom's face, I decided it would be best that I covered up. I grabbed a towel from the stack on the shelf and wrapped it around myself. I began cleaning the small minor cuts over his ears and as I did so, I pressed gently on each of the bruises, checking for fractures. He winced slightly as I pressed a couple of spots, but made no complaint. Then I started on his face, being careful not to get any of the soap into his eyes, nose or mouth. Again I checked for fractures, particularly his nose and cheek bones. He relaxed as I did this, and I could see his shoulder sag slightly. Then I started on the back of his neck, gently massaging the cream into his soft pale skin. I squeezed the muscles on the back of his neck a little harder, and then moved to his shoulders.
His skin was as soft as I had hoped, and the smooth baby fat felt like fine silk in my hands. I was glad I was behind him at this point, as my erection was growing painful and throbbing fiercely under the towel. Afraid I would brush it against him, I took a step backwards and began massaging his upper back and under his arms. His hairless pits felt strange to me, unlike the shaved pits of men and women I had been with. I washed each of his arms, and felt for fractures. His muscles were hard under the baby fat, and tensed each time I squeezed. I knew he was getting horny himself, and reminded myself that this was not good, but couldn't help peering over his shoulder to check out his dick. It was hard and red, looking angry between his legs. As I moved my hands over his shoulders and began washing his chest, his dick jumped several times. When I accidently brushed my towel-covered cock against his neck, my cock jumped as well, completely out of control.
"God, that feels good," he said with a lazy sigh. I could feel him relaxing even more as I smoothed the cream onto his nipples with the flat of my hand. He leaned back slightly so that my dick was over his shoulder, and he looked down at it hungrily. "Do you have to wear that towel?" he asked, with a slight breathlessness in his voice.
"Yes, Tom," I answered. "I'm not here to have sex, and I don't mean to get you going. I just need to check you for injuries and then put you to bed. You need rest and time to heal."
"OK," he said reluctantly. "Here, give me the soap and the shower head, and I'll take care of the rest."
I knew what he had planned, but agreed and left the shower. I knew that he would probably jack off after I was gone, but at least I wouldn't be a party to it. More than anything I wanted to watch, wanted to help even, but I had to be the adult. I had to make sure that both he and I knew I wasn't ever going to take advantage of his vulnerability. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done, leaving that bathroom with him naked, wet and covered with lather.
My heart was beating fast and my breath was coming quickly as I moved quietly to the galley to find Janey and Phil sitting close together and talking in whispers to each other. Janey was still naked, but Phil was still fully dressed. Janey's flaccid cock was so big that it lay on his thigh rather than hanging between his legs, long enough to reach his hip bone and more. Before they noticed me I stared hungrily at that monster and thanked my lucky stars that she liked me as much as I liked her. My still hard cock twitched again as I remembered our night together before the boys arrived.
Janey must have heard something, because she suddenly turned around and stared at my tented towel. "How is he?" she asked, with a smile playing around her eyes.
"He'll be fine. Just a few minor cuts and some bruises, but nothing broken."
"That's not what I meant," she said. "I mean did you enjoy yourself?" She nodded toward my erection.
Embarrassed, I actually blushed. "I told you how I feel about that," I answered slightly peeved.
"We'll see about that," she said with a mysterious glance at Phil.
"Forget it," I said. "Phil, tell me what happened. And Janey, please go in and help Tom get dried off and put him to bed in our bed."
"With pleasure," she said, and got up to head to the bathroom. As she pushed past me, she gave a firm tug to my cock and said, "I'll take care of you later."
Ignoring her, I sat at the table and looked expectantly at Phil.
"Tom hooked up with the wrong guy tonight, that's all."
"Look," I said. "That was more than just rough trade. He was badly beaten. That wasn't just sex. Someone really meant to hurt him."
"Alright, alright," he said with a defeated groan. "You're too smart for me to try to fool you. Tom and I were at the ----- and met up with a new kid. He said his name was Gary, and he was really hot. He was tall and slim, and obviously into Tom. After a few drinks, Tom asked me if it was OK if he took Gary back to our crib. I told him it was fine, but to be careful. This kid was new to the ------ and we didn't know anything about him except he was tall and hot. We had met in a bar, so I figured he realized that Tom wasn't as young as he looked, so I didn't think he was a perv or anything. They left, and I hung around for a while trying to pick up a little something for myself - with no luck, I might add."
"Never mind that - what happened to Tom?"
"Well, after a couple of hours I went home, figuring they would be done. As I approached the door, I heard shouting, several voices at once, and hurried to unlock the door and go in. When I got to the bedroom, Tom was tied face down on the bed and there were three guys beating him with leather clubs. He was bleeding in a few places, including his asshole. Tom was crying, saying that he would never tell. I shouted for them to stop, and they turned on me. The guy Gary was one of them, still naked, but the others were dressed in leather pants and driving jackets. All three wore gloves. I went after them and kicked the shit out of all three. Then I brought Tom over here. Janey had told us where you'd be, so we stole a dinghy and rowed out here."
"Why didn't you go to the cops?"
"We couldn't. Gary was unconscious, but the other two were dead."
"Dead?? What the hell?"
"Look. I have been studying martial arts since I was eleven, and they were just thugs. Strong, but not very smart. It only took me a couple of minutes to get them on the floor, but then one of the thugs pulled out a gun. I kicked it out of his hand and gave him another kick in the throat to shut him up. I crushed his windpipe. He was dead before his head hit the floor. The other one started to get up again so I gave him a kick in the head. Broke his skull. He was dead too."
"Holy shit - you killed two thugs barehanded?"
"I didn't mean to kill them. I just wanted them to stop hurting Tom."
"You still should have gone to the cops. They had a gun. It was self-defense."
"They were actually after me."
"What? Why?"
"I've made a few enemies, that's all. Never mind why."
At this point, Janey came in and told us that Tom was clean and dry and falling asleep in our bed. He obviously didn't need the tea I had asked for. She sat down, looking at Phil, and said, "What now?"
"Now we go to bed," I said. "We'll talk about this in the morning. We need to make some plans, and I'm tired. Janey, you can sleep with Tom. Phil, you take the aft cabin. I'll take the midship cabin. I'll be up at sunrise and have coffee ready before you wake up."
I showed Tom to the aft cabin as Janey cleaned up the teacups and went into the forward cabin, closing the door. Tom stripped off his clothes and slipped between the sheets in his boxers. I went to the midship cabin, removed the towel, and lay on the bed and rolled a joint. This was quite a night, and I needed to clear my head and try to understand what had just happened. Not only was Phil a killer, but Janey and Tom obviously knew it. I lit up and lay staring at the ceiling as I thought about what needed to be done. First, we had to get rid of the bodies, then we had to let the kid Gary know that he was in deep shit and better get out of N---- before it got worse.
As I lay there, I heard a soft tap at the door. Thinking it might be Janey, I said "come in."
It turned out to be Phil, still in his boxers. "I smell pot," he said.
I handed him the tobacco tin and some papers and told him to help himself. He quickly stripped off his boxers and climbed onto the bed. He straddled my legs and sat down on my thighs. When he did, his balls rested heavily against mine and the tip of his cock lay on my pathetic pubes. Unconcerned, he expertly rolled a joint and looked around for a match. I gave him my lighter, he lit up, and we stayed in that position as we smoked silently, both of us deep into our thoughts. As I smoked, I absently put my hand on his knee and caressed it slowly, sort of as a calming talisman. He looked down at my hand, and I realized what I was doing and pulled it away quickly. He roughly grabbed my hand with his calloused hand and put it firmly on his muscular thigh. When I tried to pull it away, he held it there and moved it slowly to his inner thigh and up toward his cock. We finished our joints that way - his nuts resting against my own, my hand on his thigh within an inch of his crotch. It was intimate and calming - no pressure for sex, just companionable touching.
When I finished my joint and put it out, I tried again to pull away, but he reached down between his legs and grabbed my own cock, at the same time putting my hand firmly on his rapidly expanding dick. "Don't reject me," he said. "I need some sex now, and I have been dreaming for weeks of sex with you."
"Me?" I asked. "You have Tom and Janey. What do you need with an old man like me?"
"Yes, you're older than I am. You've made that clear. But don't you see? That's part of what makes you who you are. You have age, we have youth. That doesn't change how we feel, doesn't turn us off. It attracts us. Unlike other men your age, you have made it clear that although you are hot for all of us, you won't hit on us. But that's only because of our age - you have this idea that to hit on us would be predatory. You don't give us credit for being able to say no, to reject you if we are put off by your age. That's unfair. I'm beginning to think that you dislike us more than you think we should dislike you. Janey should have proven that we all want you, all want to make you feel good and to have you make us feel good. I know you can take us to places we've never been, show us heights of passion we've never known. We want you. We need you. Now shut up and let me work."
With that he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, while still holding my dick in his hand between his legs. By leaning forward he trapped my hand between his cock and his hard lean abs. Breathing heavily, he began fucking my hand while he stroked me firmly. He broke the kiss after giving me a tantalizing taste of his tongue and began to kiss my neck and lick my shoulder. Soon he sat up a little, releasing my hand from his cock and moved down to lick and nibble my nipples. It was expert. His touch was light, with just enough pressure to make me want more. When my chest was wet with his saliva, he used his other hand to spread it slowly around my chest and abdomen. I never had much chest hair, so his hand moved smoothly over my damp lubricated skin. I objected when he gently fingered each of my scars, but he told me that they were as much a part of me as my mind and my cock. He clenched his hand a little and began drawing his fingernails through the wetness, making long sensuous strokes from my nipples to my pubes. By this time there was no way I could say no. My abs twitched with each stroke, causing my cock to jump and twitch. I was defeated. I wanted him to continue, to have his way with me, to suck and lick until I filled his mouth with my cum.
As he started kissing and thrusting his tongue into my navel, I added a large dollop of pre-cum to the dampness, and he eagerly lapped it up, letting a string of pre-cum hang momentarily between his tongue and my navel before he pulled it all into his mouth. Then he moved up and kissed me again, this time sharing my own pre-cum. It was sweet and a little salty. I had already cum twice with Janey and not showered, so it must have had a little taste of Janey on it. I was leaking heavily by now, and he moved back down to my navel, took another mouthful and then spread it around my pubes with his tongue. As his tongue reached my ball sack he released my cock and began cupping my balls. His other hand was gently pinching my nipples as he moved his face between my legs and began licking the tender area between my balls and asshole. I moaned, mumbling that it felt great. It did. As he licked my balls, his unshaven chin pushed between my ass cheeks and rubbed firmly against my asshole. What a feeling! His tongue and hand on my balls, his hand on my nipples, his chin rubbing my ass and my cock throbbing freely. I reached down and began stroking my own dick, hoping to keep this going for a long time. He stopped me, lifted his head to look in my eyes and said, "No. I'm going to do it all. Just lay back and let me show you what I can do."
Then he opened his mouth, leaned down and in one swift movement took my entire 10 inch cock into his mouth and throat. No teasing, no playing with the head, just a sudden movement and he had it all. I felt his teeth around the base of my cock and his breath cooling my still wet pubes as he swallowed again and again, rhythmically applying pressure with his throat and tongue the full length of my now rock hard cock. His hand was still cupping my balls, and he must have felt them pulling up toward my belly preparing to shoot my load into his throat, and he suddenly pulled away. "Not yet," he said.
Then he knelt between my legs and pulled my knees up and spread them. Once again he dived between my thighs and began using his long wet tongue to clean around and then into my hole. His tongue was longer than I had imagined, and he thrust it again and again into my asshole, curling it upward with each thrust, opening me up and drawing almost continuous moans from me. I thrashed my head back and forth on the pillow, begging him not to stop, but then he did. This time when he put his mouth on my cock, he kissed the head, the shaft, the balls, then back to the head again. As he took the head into his mouth he began stroking the shaft firmly and slowly. Each time his hand reached the head and his lips, he would pull his lips away and smear his spit on the head, then he stroked downward again, replacing his hand with his lips. It was exquisite. Janey was good - an explosive blow job - but this was different. Janey's passion and urgency were replaced by Phil's uninhibited intimacy. He knew where every nerve ending was, every thrilling vein and artery. His knowing and expert technique made my already hard cock seem to grow even larger. Each upward stroke seemed to make it a couple of millimeters longer, each smear and downward stroke made it stretch out for more.
Finally he again swallowed the whole thing, this time holding it in his throat and not moving. The warmth and wetness, combined with his hot breath on my pubes, made my breath come ragged and quick, each exhalation a moan. I could hold it back no longer, and told him I was about to come. His only response was to nod once, but not to move again. I took a deep breath and began a long moan which quickly became almost a scream as I came. My first shot went directly into his stomach, but then he pulled back and held only the head in his mouth as I shot again and again, filling his mouth with cum. He held it in his mouth, grunting with each shot, breathing through his nose, now stroking my cock firmly and quickly. He drew every drop of cum out of me, and I knew his mouth could hold even more. When I was through and had flopped back onto the bed, he pulled his head away, still holding my cum in his mouth. Then he sat again on my thighs, his balls again resting against my now soft cock, looked down and spit all my cum onto his own cock. He smeared it around and began jacking urgently until he came, unloading spurt after spurt onto my belly and chest. One shot hit me in the face, the warm heavy oil dripping down my cheek. Finally he too collapsed, lying forward onto my chest smearing his own cum across my soft scarred body. He sighed heavily and fell asleep almost instantly. Surprisingly I fell asleep too.