Doug Deeson's musings

    When I walked back into the bedroom, drinks in hand, and saw them there on the bed, entwined, Julie holding the strap on (about 7 inches, and not too thick), I stopped.   I know, now, that I’d already been set up, but never expected to see that. “Just what are you planning to do with that?” I ask.   My dick has already started to rise, the traitor, giving me away, giving away my interest. Rick reaches around Julie and caresses the synthetic cock, then reaches up and caresses mine as I climb on the bed.   I hand out the drinks and sit facing them.   Julie sits up, takes a drink then sucks on the tip of the toy for a moment, “I’m open to ideas” she says and deep throats the cock. Rick is stroking my cock with slow caresses and tweaking one of Julie’s nipples with his other hand.   I’m doing the same thing with one hand on his cock and the other on her tit. Our beers sit forgotten on the floor.   Julie leans forward and offers me the ti...

  Let’s go for a drink, Rick said.   Bars aren’t usually my thing, but I agreed, and we headed out to grab a beer or two. We hadn’t been there long when Julie approached us.   Well, Rick, let’s be honest.   Rick is half my age, a beautiful man, solidly built, very nice meaty arms (all muscle not fat, not that he believes that), brown hair and eyes that shine ice blue in the right light.   He’s a stunning man to look at.   Me? I’m a bit chubby, a Santa Clause white beard, furry from head to foot.   Rick shaves/trims his body hair, and though that’s not a look I like on most men, he really does look good with or without the hair.   I know she was approaching him and not us. Julie was a full-figured girl.   Not fat, but some padding, that just highlighted her full curvaceous body.   She was all confidence and sex appeal.   A pretty face, framed by long chestnut hair.   Julie was my height, in her low heels at about 5’8”, Rick ...