Your step daughter's cute boyfriend, you are not allowed to lust after them, now are you? It doesn't help that when I am down the beach and he and I are getting changed in the same room and I see what decent sausage the guy has on him and I think well there is at least one reason why your step daughter might like him.

And I can’t help but think what that would feel like in my mouth, you know, those thoughts can happen instantly before you have had a chance to stop them

It doesn't help that he stands there for an extended length of time completely naked, holding his jocks in his hands which he is about to put on, telling me about the latest Jaguar Mk2 he has in the shop that he is currently restoring, because he knows I am as much of a car nut as he is, and I have to keep my eyes on his eyes, and not on his thick sausage which is flopping about with each of his animated hand movements he is making as he talks, which I could see in my peripheral vision.

I can't help but think of that time up the country when we'd been doing e's as a family for that Queen's birthday weekend, and how he and I and the others had continued after Jane had stopped as she had to get to work on Tuesday and she'd decided to head back to Melbourne early as she wanted to be away from temptation and get her shit together for work. 

That night late when I was in bed, David had come in saying he was lonely and missing Jane and did I mind if he slept with me. That wasn't so unusual, he was always very cuddly and comfortable in his own skin. And I'd said sure, that was fine. We were all still feeling really lushy, well I was, so I assume he was. But what I didn't expect was him coming in just in his jocks and saying he was cold and that he wanted to cuddle up and there I was off my face on drugs with David cuddled up to me in his jocks, his decent bulge pushed up against my right thigh, his chest against mine, his arms around me, him pretty quickly snoring in my right ear. With me lying there kind of immobile saying to myself, don't touch him, don't touch him, don't touch him, wanting so badly to touch him.

Eventually, I let my hand slide down onto his arse, which I cupped for some time. And somehow I found that my finger slid under the elastic of his jocks at the back and it slid down into the hairy crack in his arse which felt great. I remember thinking to myself how I could just so easily finger his arse and, you know, David being David so comfortable with gay guys around him, with the fact of him being three e pills in, not to mention the lines we'd all done, I don't think he would have minded, in fact, I reckon he would have liked it, but Jane? A guy touching her boyfriend, even if said boyfriend climbed into bed and wrapped his near naked body around the other guy, she would have been unforgiving. So, I slid my finger out of his arse crack pretty quickly and just let it slide down his back, at which he purred and I am pretty sure mumbled incoherently that it felt nice.

Well, that memory came back into my head, as David talked about the Jaguar he couldn't wait to get back to, naked in front of me.