No

As my cock throbbed needily I couldn't deny it, I was loving this. In a moment that would later define me, I let out a sigh and rolled over slightly, pressing my hard cock into the couch cushions as I presented myself to him. I raised one knee giving him complete access and was rewarded with another growl of approval.

His touch immediately became much more forceful, his fingers pressing up into my crack and against my bud. I moaned which only encouraged him further as he pressed in hard with one finger, sliding it up and down my crack over my underwear.

This was it, there was no illusion about it now, a chubby fifty-something man was touching me up and I was not only letting him, but I was encouraging it. When his hand slipped inside my underwear I let out a gasp, his big, rough palm snaking in under my waistband to cup one of my soft cheeks. I squirmed under his touch as he continued his exploration, squeezing and stroking, but it didn't take long for him to move back to my crack, his thick digits pressing in to rub against my virginal hole.

I gave no resistance, in fact if anything my moaning and writhing only spurred him on, so it should have been no surprise when i felt both hands at the waistband of my underwear, thumbs slipping inside then starting to tug them down. I was still pressed into the couch so he could only continue if I raised my hips and let him but, surely that would be too far... what was I hoping would happen?

Truth be told, I knew exactly what would happen and a part of me hoped that it would but still, I knew I had a very important decision to make.