| It was late, the party was breaking up, it was just me & this stud I'd had my eye on all night long, discreetly I thought, but apparently there was no disguising my hunger for him. When everybody left we went off alone supposedly to smoke a joint. "You're a cocksucker, aren't you?" he said, unzipping his fly. "You wanna suck my cock?" I dropped down to my knees. With one hand he lifted up his tee-shirt revealing a dime-sized nipple, a flat belly, & a tattoo below his navel that read INVICTUS. With his other hand he gripped my throat & piston-fed me his dick. What with his pre-cum flowing down my throat, the smell of him thru his fly, & the mindless sucking, I lost all sense of time & place, all that brought me to my senses was his fast heavy breathing, his moaning as I took another long swipe of his dick |
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