Getting older, folks. It happens to us all if we live long enough.
Sometimes, I get backaches. Just enough to be annoying. Often, a pain killer will do the job, after a few hours. Sometimes not. I sleep in the wrong position (Aisha and I both kind of wander around the bed while sleeping), and it hurts a bit for a few days, and then goes away.
Yesterday, Megan noticed I was in pain. Fridays are almost always half days for Megan and I. Megan gave me a back rub, but she worked on my shoulders, and the pain was at the base of my spine. She did, however, have an excellent idea. "Turn over," she said.
I did.
"Take your dick out," she said.
I did.
Any man would. When a women tells you to take your dick out, you do, quickly, and without questions.
She got very close, close enough that I thought I might get a blow job. Then she reared back, and gave me one of her magic hand jobs. Megan, incidentally, calls them first class hand jobs.
When Megan was a sophomore in high school, she and all the other pretty, popular girls decided that they would not be in a hurry to have sex. A blow job was unthinkable at the time, but hand jobs were fine. Getting whatever information they could from public libraries and used book stores, cobbled together with information and advice from worldly older sisters, they developed a technique. A guy who constantly asked for more not only was dumped, but had also pissed in the dating pool.
One of the characteristics of her magic hand jobs is that, after I finish, she still moves her hand up and down, slowly and softly, and does not worry that my cum is running over her hand. "Feel better now?"
"Of course. Thank you." I believe I enjoy hand jobs more than most other men. As I adjusted my pants, and Megan went into the bathroom to wash her hands, "I thought you were going to go down on me."
"I'll fellate you in Cabo," she replied, emerging from the bathroom.
"You know, I have a birthday coming up."
"You do! What day is it?"
"Sunday."
She pretended to be disappointed. "You'll be with Aisha all day. On Monday, though...."
"Aisha and I are taking the day off."
"Tuesday, then," she said with finality, "I will not suck your dick, but I will suck your head with a hand job, you can come in my mouth, and I will swallow."
You man wonder what our girlfriends think of this, as they both know I get a few hand jobs from Megan a year. Courtney is certainly not happy, but understands that Megan still likes the feel of a cock, and one of the reasons I was accepting into this lesbian stronghold is that I would not press Megan for more that Courtney was willing to allow. As Aisha's infidelities are frequent and often flagrant, she cannot really complain, but sometimes, she still does.
Not right now, though. My birthday just struck, and my first present, American Reunion, arrived today, and I am anxious to see it. I loved American Pie and American Pie II, thought I did not like American Wedding, perhaps because the entire ensemble cast was not there.
I never really think I will make it another year. My liver must be made of iron, and I just keep passing the open windows.
Sometimes, I get backaches. Just enough to be annoying. Often, a pain killer will do the job, after a few hours. Sometimes not. I sleep in the wrong position (Aisha and I both kind of wander around the bed while sleeping), and it hurts a bit for a few days, and then goes away.
Yesterday, Megan noticed I was in pain. Fridays are almost always half days for Megan and I. Megan gave me a back rub, but she worked on my shoulders, and the pain was at the base of my spine. She did, however, have an excellent idea. "Turn over," she said.
I did.
"Take your dick out," she said.
I did.
Any man would. When a women tells you to take your dick out, you do, quickly, and without questions.
She got very close, close enough that I thought I might get a blow job. Then she reared back, and gave me one of her magic hand jobs. Megan, incidentally, calls them first class hand jobs.
When Megan was a sophomore in high school, she and all the other pretty, popular girls decided that they would not be in a hurry to have sex. A blow job was unthinkable at the time, but hand jobs were fine. Getting whatever information they could from public libraries and used book stores, cobbled together with information and advice from worldly older sisters, they developed a technique. A guy who constantly asked for more not only was dumped, but had also pissed in the dating pool.
One of the characteristics of her magic hand jobs is that, after I finish, she still moves her hand up and down, slowly and softly, and does not worry that my cum is running over her hand. "Feel better now?"
"Of course. Thank you." I believe I enjoy hand jobs more than most other men. As I adjusted my pants, and Megan went into the bathroom to wash her hands, "I thought you were going to go down on me."
"I'll fellate you in Cabo," she replied, emerging from the bathroom.
"You know, I have a birthday coming up."
"You do! What day is it?"
"Sunday."
She pretended to be disappointed. "You'll be with Aisha all day. On Monday, though...."
"Aisha and I are taking the day off."
"Tuesday, then," she said with finality, "I will not suck your dick, but I will suck your head with a hand job, you can come in my mouth, and I will swallow."
You man wonder what our girlfriends think of this, as they both know I get a few hand jobs from Megan a year. Courtney is certainly not happy, but understands that Megan still likes the feel of a cock, and one of the reasons I was accepting into this lesbian stronghold is that I would not press Megan for more that Courtney was willing to allow. As Aisha's infidelities are frequent and often flagrant, she cannot really complain, but sometimes, she still does.
Not right now, though. My birthday just struck, and my first present, American Reunion, arrived today, and I am anxious to see it. I loved American Pie and American Pie II, thought I did not like American Wedding, perhaps because the entire ensemble cast was not there.
I never really think I will make it another year. My liver must be made of iron, and I just keep passing the open windows.
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