She moaned as I flicked my tongue over her soaked pussy and clit. The room fell silent as I tongue fucked Brandy and had her squealing and shaking bef...re she groaned as she peaked. I had slipped one hand between my legs and got off as well. Lifting my head and looking around I realised the guys had all unzipped their pants and were stoking their cocks. Our next performance was pre-ordained. Bandy started at one end and me at the other and we began to suck each cock taking a mouthful of cum each. People wonder where my anger comes from. Many folks think I’ve got it made. I have a degree in criminal justice from a nice school in Massachusetts. I have written and published many books of urban fiction featuring themes like black male life in collegiate and corporate America, men’s issues, male bisexuality and so on. I am openly bisexual, living alone in a small apartment in the city of Boston. Sometimes, I hang out in the city of Brockton because lots of my friends live there. My friends. He laughed and reached into his backpack, drawing out a handle of whiskey. He handed it to me and smiled.“All yours. I knew you wouldn’t have so I snagged an extra.”“Well shit, thanks man” I grinned, taking a swig.Off we went to the after party, Daniel and Kathy chatted in the front seat most of the way there while I was too distracted with trying to catch up.We pulled a couple of houses down from the party since the road parking was well occupied by other party. I didn't even get off, but I was pleasured by carrying his seed inside of me. There's something special about having another man's cum inside of you. I, if you've read my other blogs know that I totally get pleasure off of letting another man use me to get off. I don't care what the guy looks like, if he's horny, his balls are full, he can use me, willingly or unwillingly, to get off. I know that urge and need to get off, I also top when I'm not a bottom faggot. So, I sympathize with the needs.