I ought to have turned on my heel and walked out, allowing some breathing space for us both before discussing the situation; I must take responsibility for that happening: The thought of Angus whacking off with me in mind was... arousing, as too was the sight of his thick cock; the clincher though was probably my run-in with Alistair of a few weeks earlier.

I hadn't been the one who instigated that encounter. Well, not intentionally; though I'd concede that I'd accidentally been the one to inflame my elder son in the first instance. But thereafter it had all been Alistair's doing; it was he who'd pinned me across the...