Looking down at the mess made us chuckle again, the grass beneath us glistening with drops of our jizz.“Jesus Ted, where’d you learn that trick?” I gasped, as I slowly regained my equilibrium. My hand closed around the top of his ball sack and I pulled, gently at first, feeling his flesh stretch and his balls tighten in their pouch.“Is that good?” I asked, careful not to pull too hard.“Hmmm, harder.” I did as I was told, my hand now stretching his ball-sack with greater force, sliding down the smooth skin to hold his tender plums in a firm but cautious grip, pulling them as far as I dared. Gay sex He had been a widower since I could remember, and memories of my somewhat stern grandmother were distant and none too fond; I seem to recall that she was forever telling him off for some perceived infraction, keeping him on a fairly tight leash. He looked up casually, as if he wasn’t surprised at all, and smiled when he saw that it was me. No answer at the front door but I was fairly certain I knew where he’d be.
