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I left school as soon as I could so I could get a job and earn because in them days there were plenty of jobs to be had.
I got a job working at my local hospital and I used to catch a bus down the bottom of my road which took me all across to the other side of town and dropped me off at the gates of where I was working and when I was on that bus the same guy used to sit next to me as he used to work at the hospital but he was a theatre attendant.
His name was John and he was 60yrs old but he was a lovely guy very well spoken and of a gentle nature, not just that he always sat very close to me and squeeze my leg which I really enjoyed mmmmm
To cut a long story short John asked if one evening I would like to visit him
in his house and of course I said yes with a smile on my face, when I got to his
house he asked me to sit down and for some reason he gave me a magazine to read(
as if I needed to get excited or what )
He then knelt on the floor in front of me and unzipped my pants and took hold of my cock which was already rock hard and gave me the best blow job ever (even today it was still the best one).
I used to go to his house regular after that initial BJ and we used to go to bed and I used to enjoy fucking him nice and slowly
The next time you get on a bus and an old guy sits next to you and smiles try rubbing your leg on to his but not too hard and who knows you might enjoy like I did them many years ago.
Hey this is second episode to the first part of my first account. If you wish to read that one please check it out. Sb Steven and Faith have been friends since they were in high school together. Steven is now twenty- three and in a committed relationship with Jimmy. But when Jimmy breaks up with Steven for another man. Steven is outrageous and seeks comfort in Faith. A night that was supposed to be comfortable turns into a something else. Now Steven is trying to figure out what all of this...
Hey everyone, this is SB sorry for the delay in this episode. I have been busy with life, and lost interest in this story and many others. Had a writers blocked. But thanks for reading this, sorry took forever to put up, but someone convinced me to keep writing. Thank you SB Episode Three: The Passion Faith looked at him. She felt her love for him. She always loved him. And just maybe this was the beginning to something amazing. ‘I love you.’ Faith whispered, as she lean into kiss Steven’s...
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