He huffed and panted and hunched with unbridled lust as the hot creamy juice kept spewing out.After he had emptied his balls and shot his load, Lonnie...was embarrassed. He couldn't bear to face his mother. She gently placed a hand on his cheek. "Oh honey," she said softly, "it's all right." She kissed his cheek and smiled. "Don't worry about it."That evening Lonnie lay on his bed in his pajamas, doing what he usually did—stroking his cock. He thought about his mother, and his prick stiffened and. He did his morning things half expecting to see the Home Depot winterizing team to show up. Since they didn't, Eddie got his morning off to a proper start.He stopped at the plaza at Bishop's Crossing for a very quick biscuit. He had a small thermos of coffee since he didn't care for the restaurant's coffee. Most all of them were the same standard dishwater blend. He ate his breakfast in his car to save time. That particular morning was going to be all about time. He needed to be in the office. You get it out and ask me to suck it, I go down on my knees and slowly take your dick in my mouth teasing you at first by flicking my tongue over your head tasting the pre cum that was dripping down it. My throat relaxes more as I take more in and I suck you gently not exactly sure how you like it , but your moans of pleasure give me more confidence and I start to suck harder and harder slowly cupping your balls with my other hand. As I look up into your eyes I see you’re so close to exploding. “Listen, if you promise you will behave, I might invite you to my apartment for dessert. I baked an apple pie this morning. ”“I would love dessert and promise I will be a good boy,” I said.“Yes, I love to bake and I would love to give you a treat on your last night in Copenhagen, but don’t get the wrong idea. It’s just apple pie and if you’re really a good boy, some delicious coffee.“I promise, scouts honor,” I said, putting up three fingers. “I will be a good boy.”“Good, I can tell by the way.