“Fucking hell, that was weird”, Ginge commented, as we drove off.Back in the cave, I had a message from Robin, asking if we’d like to meet a friend of his, together with a picture of a good-looking man about 10 years older than us. Gay sex We swapped, Ginge took over wanking duties, and I fucked him. We cuddled until he slipped out. He pushed my jogging bottoms and boxers down, and gripped my cock, he suggested we went upstairs. He leaned over and nibbled my ears and kissed the nape of my neck. He ushered us in, and asked us to be discrete. He pulled out and rimmed me again. I went by myself to a posh house on the smart side of town. He pulled out and rimmed me again. I kicked off my shoes, and he showed me to the lounge, where we snogged. I replied, ‘When and where?’ ‘Sundays are best, as my wife goes to her mum’s’ We arranged it for 2pm next day.We arrived at a smart house and were met by one of our old junior school teachers. Re-inserting it, he fucked me very slowly, dropping saliva into my crack.
