Restoration

Both men were naked still. Both had half hards. Both knew this was just an interlude to more fucking. Once started, Stan never took his men just once. Stan had always been virile and vigorous. He liked fucking men multiple times in a session, to exhaustion. Daren had every reason to know that.

“I couldn’t say. I could say that when I graduated from the Naval Academy and then did my Marines stint, I worked a year in naval intelligence before going with tennis. I think that’s where the rumors started. I went on the pro tennis circuit too late.”

“Not too late to have gathered all of these valuable paintings with your winnings,” Daren said. He’d gone hard just in walking around the first floor of the house and looking at the oil paintings Stan had.

“Well, it helps to have two incomes,” Stan said, with a wink.

“You’re a complex man, Stan. And there is much more to you than most see.”

“Correct. Most don’t see my cock.” Stan laughed.