Could he see me playing with my cock amongst the folds? Gay sex One of my oldest friends (and even older than me) staying for a few days, always welcome. Leaving me with my cock, and the carolling birds.I sit a while longer, reluctant to end such a pleasant moment. Does his gaze linger just a moment too long, quizzically? As befits such an old friendship.The chorus grows louder, in front, back, all around. My hand has continued its work throughout the disruption. The thought appealed, so I didn’t stop.Pleasantries exchanged, then silence. He could do with a bit more sleep. Could he see me playing with my cock amongst the folds? I thought I was safe, sitting on my veranda in the semi-dark of the early morning, surveying the landscape of gum trees and shrubs, dressing-gown loose about me, cock in hand, pleasantly semi-hard. A bit more sleep sounds good, perhaps something else. Leaving me with my cock, and the carolling birds.I sit a while longer, reluctant to end such a pleasant moment. I continue, oddly unperturbed by the threat of discovery.A distant clatter becomes a roar as a garbage truck trundles into view, stopping and starting, its robot arm lifting and emptying, breaking the peaceful bubble.
