. Gay sex I watched as my own shamefully bounced in excitement. And it needs ironing, you say? Don’t you remember?”I turned to stare into his eyes.“I did???” I asked in breathy amazement.“You did” he said, and the almost whisper of a zip being undone forced me to drop my eyes.Aghast, I watched him insert three fingers into his, by now, gaping flyhole, and extract his member from his underwear. . . . So, what’s the problem? . . I gazed at it in disbelief.“Kiss it again, now!” he ordered.“I can’t!” I said.“You can, and you will, Tony.”I met his face. Call me naïve. Your rugby kit? I was forced to acknowledge the power of that look. . . You’ve left what behind? . I’ll put him on to you,” and he handed me my ‘phone.As I began to talk with Barnaby, Daniel started to masturbate me. A gay club, I’d asked and had it confirmed by him. . . . Neither of them could play a more subservient role. He’s got nothing on just now that I can see.” Daniel sat down next to me again, and I reached for the ‘phone.
