I had tried a couple of times to get Mike to agree to meet me but he was a bit difficult to tie down. I decided to call without warning. Not really a problem because I knew he lived by himself and he didn’t go out a great deal. He made us a cup of tea and we talked about stuff but not that stuff, not the stuff we (you and me) like to talk about. His cat decided to join us and she settled down in the most comfortable place, yes right on his crotch. I leant over to stroke her which went on while we talked about boring stuff. Funny how we pussyfoot around before getting down to action. Suddenly though Molly decided she’d had enough and left her comfortable pitch causing my hand to fall naturally, as if by accident, onto the one place where I wanted it to be. I carried on stroking as if Molly was still there hoping that there would be some stirring down there but nothing seemed to happen. I decided that nothing ventured nothing gained so I moved myself down between his knees and slowly edged his zip down. At last he reacted. Asked what I was doing. I explained that I was just having a look. He didn’t mind did he? By now I could see that he didn’t have any pants under there. No, just a cock lolling around in his hairy groin looking very suckleable, soft and small. I tried to get a reaction with my fingers but you probably know what it’s like - the bit you decide to work on is so soft that that your fingers almost meet in the middle - there needs to be something solid to work on but it’s just not there. I was beginning to think I’d backed a lame horse so I took him between my tongue and lips and tugged in a way that would get most guys drooling, but to no avail. Still soft. I suggested we go up to his bedroom. Now this is where it gets interesting because by the time we got up there all was different. Maybe it was the change of altitude, but really? Ten feet? Perhaps he was worried that the neighbours might be watching. Maybe he was worried that Molly might not approve. Anyway up there he was away. He kissed me back as I undressed him standing at the foot of his bed and I found we now had a really lovely seven inch truncheon stuck up between us. I know it was that because I manage a good six inches and he edged beyond that. I noticed the mirror out of the corner of my eye on the back of the wardrobe door. I suppose I’m a bit of a narcissist. Showing off’s not my normal style you understand, but one that comes out in me when I’m having a session with a cooperative partner. I’m bi so these events have been with both women and men. It’s something about bedroom mirrors. You know, the full length ones. I suppose it is usually the same but I’ll tell you my friend Mike was a natural for it. Towards the end of this first session I had Mike standing in front of me facing the mirror as we watched our two man show, He had never sagged during the whole couple of hours but during our mirror performance he excelled. Hips thrust out while I did my thing tugging his pubes, paddling has arse with my palms and fingering his hole, hard plucking his nipples. Most of all shuttling his lovely cock. It was all such a deliciously sexy game and I couldn’t help but cum in his crack which became a slippery, tempting avenue to his bum hole, but too late for that time as I had work to do at the front end. But crack shagging is good especially in front of a mirror.