French Lesson

I decided what better way to make my move, which I was virtually certain would work, than to get together with Bill, have a few drinks, and ask him if he could demonstrate to me how the french men customarily greet each other. I called Bill and asked if he wanted to have a drink and he could show me how his remodel turned out. Surprise -- he was very interested. After I got off the phone, I ended up jacking off and cumming twice at the idea of our meeting.

The day finally arrived. I spent all week with a hard-on. I didn't jack-off though as I wanted to have more than a full load.

Bill and I took a seat in his living room and I moved the conversation to his years in France. After about 3 scotches, I was feeling a buzz and I could tell Bill certainly was. As we sat next to each other, I would inadvertently touch him more and more as we drank. My foot brushing against his. Placing my hand on his leg as I laughed or leaned in as we spoke -- each time moving up a little more from the knee, up his thigh. My mind was in overdrive as I watched his cock crawl down his leg -- he looked like he was huge.

Bill raised his glass to toast

"To 17 years of friendship"

"Is this how they toast in France?" I ask

"Yes" he said quizzically

"I propose a modification. Lets try again."

I leaned in as we "clinked" our glasses and I......