Midlife Renewal: Getting Rick Back
“Up against the wall, and spread ’em!” Rick complied, raising his hands and placing himself against the wall of my apartment. He had just made a confession and was insisting upon some consequences. Probing … uh, deeper … into my Bad Cop role, I lubed my middle finger, reached inside his shorts and eased it carefully into his rectum. “Sounds like you need a cavity search, bad boy.” “Better use something bigger than a finger,” he hissed. “Oh, I’ve got just the tool for that,” I barked, slapping his ass and dropping my shorts. I stepped out of them, shoes still on, my cock jumping out like a steel spring. Rick was my best friend, and last month, we had added a benefits package to our friendship. Having not been with him for nearly two …