Chapter 137

• I never believed I'd be given a chance to tell my story. It's like a burden has been lifted from my shoulders. It's all a blur, and yet I'm prepared to spill it all.
• "Any problem with that? Is it all right for you to kneel?" Frank asked as I knelt between his outspread legs, the big belly bumping inelegantly against the carpet, but I was resolute. Frank was already naked, lying on the couch with one hand cradling his hard-as-rock dick.
• "It's fine. I'm okay," I replied, picking up the chocolate-flavored gel and squeezing a generous amount of it into the palm of my hand. With my hazel eyes locked onto Frank's gray eyes, I took hold of the base of his cock with one hand, making him drop his shaft. With my other hand full of gel, I rubbed him gently but firmly, as in a hand job. In a matter of seconds, his manhood was smeared with the gel, moving and thudding as I teased him.