I didn’t want to kiss her; I wanted tocome in her. My groan wasn’t from arousal, but ofdisappointment that she had pulled her wonderful mo...thoff my dick.But I shouldn’t have worried. The finale was about tocome. (No pun intended.)Carla climbed up into my lap again and this time, facingthe bar she rose up and sank down on my saliva and pre-cum covered prick. The feeling of her pussy-walls form-fitting around my dick as she lowered herself on me waslike nothing I’d ever. "What is it hon?" She noticed what "it" was quickly. She should have known he would needhelp, the poor kid. "Oh God, I'm so sorry! Com'ere and let me get thatfor you." Dan caught himself in the mirror to witness something he would recallwith fondness many years later: his nine-year-old self standing in hisbedroom in white panties with his mother behind him fastening his firstbra. His mom turned him around to take a look at him. "I think you're going tobe all right. You look great." Dan smiled. OK so I was gullible at that age and I agreed. He stood in front of me and told me to open my mouth. He put his cock in my mouth and grabbed my head. He was pumping his cock in my mouth for what seemed like forever (probably only a minute) before he held my head all the way down and began moaning and then started cumming in my mouth. I was not expecting this warm gooey liquid squirting into my mouth, so I started gagging but he told me to swallow it. It had a weird taste to it, a little salty. But when my older brother told me I was turning him on, I giggled."Are you hungry?"Now that he asked, I realized I was famished and said so."Give me 10 minutes to wash up and change," he said, "and we can go for any food you like. Preference?"Even though we hadn't spent more than 30 hours, total, in each other's presence in the last four years, I could read him like a book. The enthusiasm was forced, the energy was faked. He was tired and drained. A long day that ended with a few hours spent.