(This is a continuation of a series ...)
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I was twenty at the time. I had started college in another city and rented a room with Mr and Mrs Summers. They were very a very nice couple in the early sixties. He was tall and in great shape for his age, with tight cropped hair and a broad chest. Mrs Summers was about 1.75 cm tall with long flowing grey hair, a great body and a wide sensual mouth. They were very welcoming, and immediately made me feel at home.
I was slim back then, with slightly long brown hair and hardly any facial hair.
Within short, Mr Summers found out that I was into both women and men, but mainly the latter, and he decidedly took advantage of it. He quickly had me under his control, and we made a deal where I got a little "rebate" on my rent for "a little help here and there" and for allowing him to introduce me to his friends.
After our first encounter at home, he had taken me to a meeting with one of his old business associates. It turned out to be a very daring and erotic meeting. Afterwards we had agreed to meet at lunchtime at a restaurant at the outskirts of town.
I arrived a little late, having relaxed in a park and having dunk two beers. He and his three friends were already seated at a table, on the terrace of a small Italian restaurant, when I arrived. There was a fabulous view of the town, with the narrow terrace running along one side, but there weren't too many people there, only three other businessmen.
He introduced his friends as Karl Hamilton, George McNelly and Magnus Sörensen. The first two were in their early thirties, whereas Magnus was slightly older - maybe just about to turn fifty. But what was more Mrs Summers was also there, and a beautiful brunette of my age. I smiled and greeted them both, and Mrs Summers smiled back in a sheepish way. The brunette, who introduced herself as Kate X, blinked twice. What did she know? We all shook hands, and as we sat down, the waiter, who introduced himself as Jonas - took our drink orders. I order white wine, like the others.
I sat listening as they small-talked and caught-up on business and family matters. They clearly all knew one another very well.
"How was your day?" Mrs Summers asked giggling a little.
"Eh, very good. Very good indeed," I stammered back, feeling my cheeks get red.
The waiter came with the wine and the water, and as he poured my glass, I felt him pressing himself against my arm. I felt his half erect cock through his thin black cotton pants. They all smiled, as I looked up at Jonas and around the table, and I realize it is not by chance.
He leaves and comes back with some nibbles; olives, nuts and crackers and some salsa sauces to dip some vegetables into. As he does it, he again manages to caress his cock against my arms. He intensified his rubbing against me and moans out loudly.
I look over at Mr Summers, blushing, who smiled back at me. Jonas leaned down, and whispered into my ear:
"You are one hot little thing there, and Mr Summers have told me about you ..."
