4 comments/ 45197 views/ 4 favorites Mark and Mike and Mr. Jim Ch. 01 By: squarejohn I've been retired the last three years and divorced for the last two. After the property settlement I bought this modest house in the country, about six miles from the nearest town and lived quite happily alone. My doctor told me to make sure I started "taking it easy" as he wrote the prescription for my heart medicine. My house was on five acres of mostly wooded land. About an acre was cleared around the house and planted with grass. There were two other houses around but they were hidden behind the trees and the neighbors kept pretty much to themselves. I was secluded and liked it. Hell, I could take a piss off my porch if I felt like it. Living alone and no job to go to, I slept when I got sleepy and ate when I got hungry. Even living a good way off the beaten path I still had cable tv and high-speed internet. With all the crap on television, I spent a lot of time on the internet doing email or watching porn. Every couple of weeks, a married friend of mine stopped by for beer, watching porn, and mutual blowjobs. The house came with a large shed that I used for a workshop and storage. I kept pretty busy keeping the yard neat and working on different projects in my workshop. As long as I "just puttered around" and didn't overdo it, I wouldn't have to worry much about my heart giving out. So when I had some heavy work I hired someone to do it. One summer a couple of lanky boys pulled up in a pickup truck, got out, and walked to me on the porch where I was having cigarettes and coffee for breakfast. They looked like clean cut boys and they had a respectful air when they asked if there was some work around my place they could do. I told them not at the moment, but if they gave me their phone numbers, I'd give them a call when something came up. They said they lived nearby and were going back to college after summer. They were making spending money for college by doing yard work in the area. I said they looked pretty young to be college boys and they said they were nineteen and I guess I looked like I didn't believe them; they both showed me their driver's license. Sure enough they were both nineteen. They were roommates, sharing a rented house trailer. I wrote their phone number in the book by telephone. Mark and Mike. Nice looking, well mannered young men. Later, I realized that I watched a lot of porn showing guys their age jerking off or sucking or fucking each other. I wondered about it, remembered I was 68 instead 21 and knew it would never happen with me and Mark or Mike. A couple weeks later a cold front came through at night with the wind whistling and rain blowing sideways like hell. The power had gone off for a few hours and came back on with daylight and a clear sky. I made coffee and took a cup with me as I walked around my property, checking on damage. There are a lot of pine trees and the cleared area that was my yard/lawn was covered with wind blown pine cones and broken branches. Cleaning it all up was the kind of a job the doctor told me to not do. I remembered Mark and Mike and called their number. Their machine answered and I left a message saying I had a lot of yard work. Later that afternoon they called back and said they had a lot of work lined up and If I could wait a couple of days they would come over and clean up the storm damage. Two days later, late in the afternoon, Mark and Mike drove up in their separate pickup trucks. They looked pretty tired out and their clothes were damp with sweat. They took a glance around the property and said that my place was one of the worst ones they had seen. They said they'd be back first thing the next morning, got in their trucks, and went home. I wanted to treat them right, so I went to town and bought a couple six-packs of beer and some assorted soft drinks and picked up some cold cuts and bread. Mark and Mike would have cold drinks and lunch when they came over tomorrow. They showed up as I was sitting on the porch with my first coffee. Before they got started, I waved them over and told them when the got thirsty and wanted to cool off, just come in and help themselves to the soft-drinks and beer in the refrigerator. I was going to be in my bedroom catching up on email and net surfing. From my bedroom window, I could glance outside and see how Mark and Mike progressing in the yard. Compared to when they stopped by yesterday, they looked fresh in clean blue jeans and white Tee-shirts and leather palm work gloves. They had huge trash cans on wheels with contractor-size trash bags. They started right away picking up the seeming millions of pine cones. Happy that I had two good workers going at it, I turned to my computer and started answering emails. After a while I looked through the blinds on my window to see how they were doing. Their backs were to me and it looked like they were taking a breather; they were standing beside one of their huge trash cans talking. Mark was taller than Mike and while I watched them talking, Mark sidled up behind Mike and put his arms around him. Mark lowered his head and was cheek-to-cheek with Mike. I saw Mark arms move down the front of Mike and in a few seconds, judging by the way Mark's hand was moving, it was evident that he was giving Mike a hand-job. Mike's arms hung straight down while Mark jacked him off. Mark was grinding his hips against Mikes butt and suddenly Mike's body stiffened and his head fell back and rested on Mark's shoulder. I saw a stringer of white stuff fly from where Mikes cock would be. There was another stringer and another and another. I counted eleven squirts of cum disappearing into the grass. My heart was beating hard and my cock was as hard as it has ever been. That few minutes was hotter than any porn or real life action I had ever seen. Mark took his arms from Mike as Mike zipped up his jeans. Then Mark started to make for the house and Mike called out something to him. Mark nodded his head and trotted toward the house. I had forgotten about the porn clip I was watching on my computer's big screen and just sat there fingering my hard cock through my trousers when I heard the door open. Mark appeared at the open door to my bedroom with his mouth open to say something when his eye caught what was on my computer screen. I followed his glance and saw a thick penis ejaculating into a male mouth. Mark sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the screen. "Wow, Mr. Jim, I didn't know you looked at porn." I glanced toward his crotch and saw that his cock was stiff and had snaked down his leg and he was unconsciously fingering it. His eyes were glued to the porn action on my computer screen. "Looks like you could use a little tension relief," i said, making a gesture toward his hand. "Yeah," he said. Would you mind if I...?" "I'll get you a towel," I said and got up to go to the linen closet. As I went past him I could smell the pleasing tang of his honest sweat. I returned in a moment with a folded towel and and handed it to him. Then I decided to take a chance when I saw how his eyes were glazed with lust as he stared at the computer screen--this time a hard cock was squeezing into a hairy ass hole. I said. "I can do better than giving you a towel Mark." "Better?" he seemed puzzled. "Wouldn't you like a blowjob better than jacking off into a towel?" "I never had a blowjob," he said. That seemed hard to believe after I had just watched him give his friend a hand-job. And this was no time to express my doubts. "Well, now's a good rime to get one." He thought it over a few moments, then said, "Okay." Mark was sitting on the corner of my bed, so close I could feel the heat from his sweaty body. I only had to turn my swivel chair to face him. We were at the same level and our knees were touching. I reached for his zipper and tugged it down, then unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top button of his sweat-damp jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear and his rigid cock sprang out surrounded by the humid male scent of his nineteen-year-old crotch. Then I lowered my head down to his pubic hair and inhaled deeply the heady aroma. Mark's cock was nicely shaped and meaty. I took it into my mouth and heard Mark sigh, and lowered my mouth until the tip of his young manhood touched the back of my throat. Again, with my nose an inch from his pubic bush, I inhaled youthful male fragrance. I could taste sweat-salt at first along his shaft until it was dissipated by my saliva. My head moved up and down on his hard shaft for I don't know how long, so intoxicated was I by his youthful taste and smell. All too soon he began making the sounds of impending orgasm, When he fell back and lay rigidly on my bed and his legs were stretched out straight, the strong, fresh taste of his cream filled my mouth with remarkable force and quantity. When his body relaxed and he lay, gasping, I held his cock in my mouth a few seconds longer before turning him loose. I swirled his cum around in my mouth, savoring the creamy taste of Mark's semen. I finally swallowed his cum just as he sat up wearing a smile of joy. He stood and buckled his belt and zippered his fly. As if nothing happened, he said, "Mr. Jim, what I really wanted to ask was if it would be all right if I took a beer for me and Mike." "Sure, I told you I got it for you guys. You don't have to ask." He left my bedroom and was back in an instant. "Mr. Jim, uh, thanks for...that." he said and left. I saw through the window Mark come over to where Mike was standing. He handed Mike a beer and drank deeply from his own. In a few minutes the two were back to work. The scent of Mark's young, sweaty body lingered in the room and I could still taste his cum. I unlimbered my hard-on, closed my eyes and relived giving a young man his first blowjob. I stroked my cock and in less time than usual, shooting my load into the towel I had brought for Mark to use. Later that day, when the sun was low, the two of them came to the door and said they were knocking off but would be back tomorrow. I looked outside at the yard. They had cleared a great deal of windfall but there was still a lot more to go. I thanked them for doing a good job and as they drove off, I wondered if tomorrow I would be blowing Mike. The image of eleven squirts of cum when Mark jacked him off was still vivid in my mind. Mark and Mike and Mr. Jim Ch. 02 I was up early the next day and walked around the property, looking at the good job the boys had done so far. They had cleared away most of the pine cones but under the pine cones was a layer of tree branches, mostly small but a few would need a chainsaw to make them manageable. As I started up the steps of my porch, I heard tires crunching on the gravel drive. It was Mike in his truck. He climbed out of his truck, saw me, and walked my way. We said, "Good morning," to each other and I asked what happened to Mark. "His truck broke down, Mr. Jim, while we was comin' over here. He was waiting for a tow truck to come get him. I don't know if he'll make it over here today or not. He'll call me on his cell when he knows something." "Well, Mike, it's gonna be hot again today. I don't want you to pass out in the heat. There's plenty to drink in the fridge. Just help yourself." "Thanks, Mr. Jim." He turned to get started. I watched him walk back to his truck and wondered if I could somehow get to suck his dick like I did for his friend Mark. The memory of Mike squirting eleven times while Mark jerked him off was fresh in my mind. The distance his cum squirted was impressive and I wondered what that would feel like in my mouth. I felt my cock stir and I went up the steps and into the house. After washing the breakfast dishes, I turned on the TV to see if I could find a movie worth watching. A western movie was just starting and I lay on the couch to watch it. I dozed off and was wakened by a tremendous boom. I realized it was thunder. Then rain started drumming on the metal roof of my house. The front door opened and Mike came in. Rain and his own sweat soaked him. "Damn! Mr. Jim. Today just ain't my day." he said with a crooked smile. "It'll probably pass over in a few minutes, Mike. Let me check the radar map on my computer." I went to my bedroom and got the weather site on. The radar map showed rain all over the state. I zoomed out and the green blotch of rain covered an area three states wide. Mike was standing at the bedroom door and I motioned for him to take a look. "Jesus!" he said. "Where the hell did that come from? It was supposed to clear today." "The weatherman was wrong again," I quipped. "Shit!" he said. Then, "I'd better check on Mark and go home." Mike took out his cell phone, pressed a button, and held it to his ear. "Mark, it's me. How you doing with your truck? Oh. Okay, I'll see you in a little bit." "Sorry about that, Mr. Jim, I guess I might as well go home." I nodded and said, "What's up with Mark's truck?" "They got it fixed and he was on his way over here when the rain started, so he headed for the trailer." "Well, Mike, tomorrow's another day." I watched him run through the rain to his truck. He stopped suddenly, looked at the front tire, and banged his fist on the fender. He turned and stalked back to the house. "What's wrong Mike?" "Now I got a goddamned fucking flat tire." I looked at his truck and it was barely visible in the downpour. "Let's get you dried up. Come on. I led the way back to my bedroom, opened a drawer and found a cotton kimono. You can wear this while your clothes are in the dryer. You might as well take a hot shower, too. There's clean towels in the bathroom." When I heard the shower going, I went in the bathroom and picked up Mike's clothes from where he dropped them and tossed them into the washing machine. The clock on the wall said 1:00PM. I stood on the porch watching the rain. At least it cooled things down, I thought. Mike appeared beside me wearing the kimono. "Feel better?" I asked. He frowned and shrugged. "Mike, I found out that when you're having a bad day, the best thing you can do is have a drink or two and just lay low." "I guess," he said. "Come on, I was gonna have a drink myself, and I think you could use one." He followed me inside and I waved him to a seat on the couch. I took a bottle of sour mash and two glasses from a cabinet and poured three fingers of booze into each. Mike tossed his down in two swallows and I sipped a little from mine. The TV was on but the sound was turned down. Mike was telling me about the plan he and Mark had to make enough pocket money to last them through a year. They were both on scholarships and wanted to earn money for gas, clothes, and everything else not covered by the scholarship. He picked up his glass with a question on his face and I told him to help himself. The first drink had soaked into him and he was visibly more relaxed, and even smiled. He poured three fingers into his glass and followed my example of sipping the whiskey. "You know, Mr. Jim, Mark said you've got some real hot porn on your computer." It was really a question. "Sure. You want to see?" He nodded with enthusiasm and we went back to my bedroom. I took my swivel-chair seat at the computer and Mike sat on the corner of my bed where Mark sat the day before. He could look over my shoulder and see the action on the big screen as well as I. I had a play list of over a thousand clips of full-length movies and shorter clips of a minute or more in length. I started it running on "random selections." The first clip was an older man in his fifties jerking off and squirting a pretty hefty load. The next was the same except the squirting dick belonged to a guy Mike's age. After that was a clip of an older man licking a younger man's asshole before fucking his ass bareback. I sensed movement behind me. When I looked, I saw Mike leaning back on his elbows. The kimono he was wearing had fallen open, exposing Mike's hairy cock and balls. His cock was hard, and leaking pre-cum. I took a sip of my whiskey and met Mikes eyes over the rim of my glass. I saw his glass was empty, sitting safely at arms reach on the bed. "Mark told me what you did yesterday." "What was that?" I asked, grinning at him. I shifted my gaze to his delicious looking private parts. "You know. He said you gave him his first blowjob." "I can't believe it was his first one." "It was. We grew up together. I would know." "You mean, Mike, that you two never did anything together?" "We just jerk each other off. That's all, Mr. Jim." "So you've never had a blowjob either?" "Not until last night. While we were talking about you blowing him, and the way he said it felt so good, we wound up sucking each other off." Mike was obviously feeling the two stiff drinks he had so I dismissed the thought of refilling his glass. I didn't want him drunk. My mouth was watering for his cock. "So you gave Mark his second blowjob and now you want me to give you your second blowjob." "It would really be my third; we sucked each other twice." "How'd you like it? Sucking I mean." "I really liked it. There's a lot of shit in the chat rooms and forums about how bad cum tastes and I guess that's why we didn't do more than give each other hand jobs." "Just let me know when you're ready." He put his hand around his stiff cock and said, "I came here ready." I swiveled my chair to face him, then lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth. I heard Mike gasp when my lips closed around his shaft. He smelled clean, like cool water. I sucked his young cock for a few minutes until I sensed he was close to cumming. Then I took his legs behind the knees and pushed up to roll him backward and expose his balls and asshole. There were hairs scattered around on his sack and his hole was lined on both sides with strips of fine, dark hair. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. "Oh God!" Mike whispered. After a couple of minutes, I let that nut slip out and took the other in and gave it the same loving treatment. Mike, flat on his back with his smooth legs in the air, moaned in pleasure. I pushed his legs back a little more and touched his ass hole with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, yeah," whispered Mike. I began licking his hole with flat of my tongue. I even pressed my lips to his furry hole and kissed it and gave it some tongue. Then I shifted my attention to the hairy strip between the back of his balls and his ass hole. He had a furrow down the centerline that made it look a lot like a hairy pussy. His ball sack rested on my nose while I licked the furrow, one nut on each side of my nose. I licked and licked and then moved back to eating his ass. I made my tongue into a point and tried pushing it into him, but his (probably) virgin ass was too tight. Mike was murmuring his approval. I wet my middle finger with my mouth and pressed it to his anal ring. To my surprise, my finger slipped all the way into him. I pulled my finger back and pushed it back in. It was fascinating to watch my finger disappear into his anus. I wondered if my cock would go in as easily. It was the first time I had done anything like this. I learned about it watching porn. After my finger stroked in and out of him about a dozen times, I noticed his balls draw up and his anal orifice clenched down very tightly around my finger. With my finger firmly held by his clenching ass hole I moved my head up and saw the first stream of semen fly from the tip of his cock. I followed its trajectory and saw it land in his hair. The second squirt landed right beside the first. Moving quickly, I had my open mouth poised over the head of his cock and felt the third shot hit my lower lip. I got my lips closed around the head of his ejaculating cock and was rewarded with nine more powerful spurts of Mike's semen skidding across my tongue. I swallowed each one as it jetted into my mouth. His thick cream had a mild, pleasant taste. The last two or three shots had less force behind them and I let them puddle on my tongue so I could savor the taste. When I felt his ass hole release its grip on my finger, I knew his orgasm was over. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and held it in my hand. A white drop of Mike's semen appeared at his piss slit. I licked it off adding to what was already in my mouth. Mike's body was totally limp and breathing hard. A sheen of sweat made his smooth, heaving chest seem to glow. I saw the two thin streaks of semen on his cheek pointing the way to the heavy drops in his hair. While Mike was catching his breath, I lay on top of him and licked his cum off his cheeks and hair. While I was cleaning up Mike surprised me by kissing my neck "Thank you Mr. Jim," he said softly After a few moments, Mike sat up with a huge grin. "Wow! Mr. Jim." I swallowed what was left of his cum before I spoke. "I wonder who enjoyed that more? Me or you?" Mark and Mike and Mr. Jim Ch. 03 I had just spent a most enjoyable half hour or so sucking and licking Mike's genitals and his ass hole. I swallowed what was left in my mouth of Mikes cum before I spoke. "I wonder who enjoyed that more, you or me?" "I know I liked it. A lot!" the slender nineteen year-old said. "Anytime you want me to do it Mike...." "Now I owe you a blowjob." Mike said. "It's not necessary. I loved doing it for you." "Mark feels like owes you a blowjob, too," Mike said It was a real pleasure for me to give blowjobs to these two nineteen-year-old. They smelled good and they tasted good. And they enjoyed my blowjobs as much as I enjoyed giving them. And now they were blowing each other. Anal sex hadn't even been mentioned yet. My finger went into Mike's back door with surprising ease when I was sucking his cock and balls. And I knew from his moaning that he enjoyed that. Actually, he began having his orgasm without having his cock in my mouth. I was finger fucking his ass when his beautiful cock started squirting. My mouth was nowhere near his cock. Also, they were respectful to me. I am sixty-eight and they are both nineteen and they didn't seem repelled by having their dicks sucked by an old man. After they finished removing the windfall in my yard, they would be gone, probably forever. I would let them blow me if they felt the "owed" me. Would they take to ass-fucking as they had to cock-sucking? Mike sat close to me and said with a cute smile, "Mr. Jim, you know what?" "What?" "I never even seen your cock yet." "You can see it whenever you like. Just take it out of my pants," I could feel my cock begin to harden. Tentatively at first, Mike fumbled with the front of my pants until he found the tab for the zipper and pulled it down. I wondered what he had in mind. He reached into my open fly and brought out my now fully hard cock. He mouthed the word, "Wow." My cock was 9 inches and uncut and this nineteen-year-old kid held it in both his warm hands. There was no doubt in my mind that my cock was going to be shooting its goo in the next few minutes. He looked at me with eager-to-please eyes. I noticed for the first time how long his eyelashes were. "I can pay you back for that blowjob now, if you want, Mr. Jim." His hands felt so good in his long, slender fingers; I would have been happy with a hand job--which is what he was doing now without realizing it. He took one hand away and rested it on my thigh while enjoying the way my cock felt in his hand. My motor was really running now. While I hadn't reached the point of no return, I was getting there quickly. A large drop of clear fluid emerged from the eye of my cock. Mike leaned over and licked it off. "Okay," I said. "If you're going to blow me, do it right and get on your knees between my legs." "Yessir," he said and got right down on his knees between my legs. I watched Mike put my old man's hard cock into his mouth. He could only take three or four inches but that was enough. His mouth was extremely wet and smooth. I knew he would be between my legs for maybe ten minutes before I flooded his mouth. Then he stopped sucking me and asked, "can you take your pants off, Mr. Jim?" I'd like to try sucking your balls." He didn't have to ask twice. I stood up and shucked down my pants and underwear in one quick movement. Then I kicked the clothes aside and sat down with my feet on the edge of the couch cushion. This gave him easier access to my nuts and my asshole if he wanted to lick it. Once I was in position, young Mike put his face in my crotch and I felt his tongue on my scrotum. He licked all around my ball sack and I felt his tongue touch my ass hole. I adjusted my position to make it easier for him to lick my ass. Mike did a good job sucking and licking my balls and did even better tonguing my hole. Pre-cum was leaking out of the tip of my cock. A shiny stream of it ran down the length of my shaft and disappeared into my pubic bush. I remembered how easily my spit-wet finger slid into his ass and I wondered if my cock would enter him as easily. Of course I would use lube. As good a job as he was doing in my crotch, I considered asking him if he would like to get his ass fucked. He had a perfect bubble-butt, white and without a blemish. When I was eating his ass earlier, I wanted to plant wet kisses on every inch of his behind. While I turned this over in my mind, I felt one of Mike's long, slender fingers pushing into my hole. It didn't hurt but it was slightly uncomfortable. Use a little more spit on your finger, Mike. He gave me a shy, "I'm sorry," look, and quickly wet his finger with his mouth and gave an extra wet lick to my asshole. His finger didn't go into me as easily as my finger had gone into him, but it wasn't uncomfortable and after a few moments it began to feel pretty good. He kept finger-fucking me as he took my cock back into his mouth. He sucked my cock in steady slow strokes. In a short while I felt my orgasm building. His eyes with the long lashes were closed and face looked so innocent--even angelic--as his lips slipped up and down, up and down, on my old man's nine inch cock. Mikes warm and wet mouth finally did the trick and an enormous wave of orgasm swept over me. I was watching Mikes face when my cum started gushing into his mouth. His eyes squinched shut, and he kept only the head of my cock in his mouth while my heavy cream flooded his mouth. When I was finished, Mike looked up and met my eyes. He slackened the grip his lips had on my penis and I watched as the white stuff flowed from his mouth and ran down the length of my shaft. He sat back on his haunches, licked his lips and looked at me expectantly. "You didn't like the way my cum tasted did you?" I said kindly. "I watched your face while I was squirting." "I couldn't help it Mr. Jim. Your cum tastes a whole lot different than Mark's." "Well, You gave me a damn good blowjob. Next time you can finish me off with your hand." Mike nodded, thoughtfully, as if he thought it would be best. "Maybe I should have stuck my dick in your ass, Mike," I said half jokingly. "Not like that," he said, pointing at my deflating cock and grinning." "But if it was hard?" I pursued. "Mark is always wanting to fuck me in the ass. I won't let him." "You seemed to like it when I had my finger in your ass." "Yeah, I liked that." "Don't you think a cock would feel better?" "Come on, Mr. Jim. Your cock would split me wide open." "Okay, Mike," I said getting up on my feet. "I think I'll have a drink. You?" Still on his knees, Mike nodded a "Yes." I got the glasses from my bedroom, rinsed them, and poured the drinks. Mike got off the floor and sat in an easy chair that faced the couch. His kimono was wide open and he sat spread-legged, his cock pointing at the ceiling. I was tempted to suck him off again, but something told me to wait. We sipped our whiskeys in a comfortable silence. The only sound was the drumming of the rain on the roof. Mike seemed deep in thought and I wondered what he was thinking. I was watching with interest, his hard-on deflate, very, very slowly until it came to rest on his ball-sack. The thought came to me that he was probably unaware of how good looking and sexually desirable he was. His glass was empty and I gave him a refill and topped off mine. He smiled his thanks and went back into his thoughts. I got up to take a piss and when I returned, Mike asked, "Mr. Jim, did you ever get fucked in the ass?" "Sure, Mike. If it's done carefully, it can feel pretty good. Why do you ask? Do you want to fuck me?" "I never did that before, Mr. Jim. I'd like to try it." Mike, I saw, was a little tipsy. "Lets go to the bedroom," I said. Mike got to his feet a little unsteadily and followed me to my bedroom. In the few seconds it took to get there, Mike's cock was rock hard again. I remembered when I could do that a million tears ago. I gave Mike my quick course in preparing to butt-fuck your buddy. Rim ass hole first, then insert one lubed finger followed by inserting a second finger, followed by easing your lubed dick into the hole. He was an eager student and a quick learner. My preferred position in which to get fucked is with me laying on my stomach, and I did so, reaching behind myself to spread my cheeks. Mike mounted me and I felt him slowly enter me. When he got the head of his cock past my anal ring, the rest of him followed quickly. "Mmm," is what I heard from him. He started pumping his cock in and out of my ass. I started humping my ass up to meet his thrusts. He lasted about two minutes. As his cock squirted semen into my ass, he was laying flat atop me, making animal sounding grunts behind my ear. He let out a long sigh and I felt his body go limp as it lay on mine. In a while, he rolled off of me saying, "Mr. Jim. Oh, wow!" I shifted a little to face him, gazing at his smooth, fresh, angelic face. Without thinking about it, I kissed him full on the lips and was thrilled to feel his tongue slip into my mouth. Then suddenly he broke away and sat up. "Mr. Jim, I'm not queer." he announced. "Of course you're not, Mike. You're a healthy young male just getting his rocks off. There's millions of guys your age who do the same thing. Don't worry about it." He left the room in a hurry and I followed. He punched a speed dial button on his cell phone and spoke to Mark, inviting him over. While he spoke, I felt something wet high up on my inner thigh, trickling downward. Mikes semen was leaking out of my ass. "We'd better rinse off in the shower, Mike, before Mark gets here."