Plus Orville had the phone radio on to drown out any nosey ears.Hmm Orville has done this before me thinks.I could not help but encourage Orville to come with some verbal sexy talk to which he responded gamely.”Good boy” I said slowly as he came hither.I was having my own stiff moment watching Orville and I made sure he saw my bulge in my track suit bottom.A relieved and fully dressed Orville admitted he was due to fuck a female friend and she had not showed up.Orville said he had drunk a can of Red Bull with the blue pill and thus was so F1 revved up he was as stiff as the rake by his shed door.Bad idea.I advised Orville – who like me was in his 50s – that given his stoopid high risk cocktail he will have to shoot his load a few more times before his cock will eventually calm the fuck down.”You mad!!?” I rhetorically asked him.Before I could finish speaking Orville’s dick was back to attention concerning him deeply.Seems he was a virgin to this local popular cocktail amongst some of us older men looking to turn back to years of endless natural virility.Now I’ve known Orville since school days in the 1970s.
