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A Christmas Treat For Tony. (prelude).Something of a festive tale this one- appropriate for the season. This goes back a few years to when I was in what remains to this day my sole *quot;long term*quot; relationship with another man. Peter was approaching seventy, but the advent of Viagra had rendered him a horny b**st indeed. We would have sex of some form every morning and every night almost without fail. He had been turned into something of a randy old goat. Not that I was complaining you understand!Christmas brought the inevitable round of socializing and parties- some fun, some tedious. One of the main ones was a fancy dress party at an old friend of Peter's- a one time lover of his in fact. Not my absolute favourite event of the year for a number of reasons, but Peter rather insisted we attend and it did give me an opportunity to get my legs out and on display in some nice tights! bakırköy escort Peter was well aware of this and encouraged me to do so- I think he liked to show off the particular ass he was getting to fuck on a daily basis.The costume he had selected for me this year was some sort of vaguely Peter Pan type outfit. A silly little hat, a short sleeveless tunic worn over a frilly white shirt, tights and knee length suede boots- the sort of thing a Principal Boy would wear in the average panto basically. As always great thought went into selecting exactly what tights to wear- I opted for a very sheer pair in a very light grey colour, which I thought showed off my legs very nicely. Worn with the tiniest of thongs and the short tunic gave anyone who wished to look a wonderful view of my bum if I bent over to even the slightest degree- it looked beşiktaş escort a bit like I wasn't wearing any underwear at all at a glance.On the day of the party Peter and I has been a bit snippy with each- nothing major, just little barbs here and there. I had come close to not going at all- making some remark about it *quot;always ending up like an orgy*quot; or something. To which he had replied *quot;God I hope so*quot;, which had irked me a little. We were being driven to the party by a friend and neighbor, Tony- a dapper, polite little man in his seventies. An old friend of Peter's- a married man who I don't think fully approved of his lifestyle, or me for that matter. He arrived early and was sitting in the living room when I came down stairs- he looked somewhat surprised to see me dressed as I was, in fact it would be fair to say his jaw dropped somewhat.Anyway beylikdüzü escort we exchanged pleasantries, went out to his car and off we went to the party. As expected the party was something of a bore. Lots of men in various drag outfits, mostly middle aged a few younger, a sprinkling of tolerant wives and a few otherwise curious people. There was the occasional sexy man to look at- even had a little bit of a snog with a young black guy, felt good when he put both his hands on my ass and squeezed. But he soon moved on= a bot of a tease I assumed.I began to grow a bit tired of the whole affair, and began to look for Peter with the idea we call it a night. Asking someone where he was I was told he was upstairs. Going upstairs and entering the first room I saw I was amazed to find Peter with his trousers around his ankles as two eager mouths went to work on his cock and balls. He saw me but didn't really react at all. I turned and went down the stairs, not angry exactly just a bit disappointed. Were'nt the two or three blow jobs I gave him a day enough? Was my- I thought, and still think- tight little arse not enough to keep him happy, the horny old bastard!