I saw her wipe her mouth before going in the house. “Like’s young guys it seems”, I thought to myself as I slowly stroked my cock. The rest o... the day was uneventful, but I stay in my room watching and HOPING that Mr. and Mrs. Preston would take the bedroom that I could looked into on my side of their house, and their son take the one on the other side of the house. As evening came and it got dark, I was working in my room when I saw her enter the bedroom facing my room. I quickly turned. " Yes, let her tell the story, Trevor," Gretchen said, struggling to open Trevor's fly; and on succeeding, said to no one in particular, "Pardon me, I've got to see a horse about a man."That said, the young blonde slid out of her chair, and went under the table, to suck upon Trevor's formidable erection.The server and busboy looked on, fascinated."Is she doing..." the Algerian busboy began."Yes, she is." The brunette server replied. "Now, come with me," she growled and yanking him by the arm. His cock was in his underwear and I slowly pulled it out. The cock was really nice, about 6 and a half inches and thick. Just perfect!I stroked him properly now and then he told me chus meraI dropped to my knees and took started the action, slowly first touching the tip of his cock with my tongue, then slowly taking it in my mouth inch by inch while staring down his eyes.I took his cock deep inside a couple of times and then would spit on it. I loved sucking cock and I sucked him good for about. It was a pathetic pond, really. Barely three houses long, and maybe two wide, it hardly seemed worth acknowledging. I couldn’t help it, though. It was just more proof that I had moved to a desolate, ignorant town. Don’t ask me how I considered it proof of ignorance, because it just seemed like the two went together, and I couldn’t tell you why. Every time I passed the pond, I became more and more depressed. I guess the pond was a part of my life, but it seems kind of sad that I placed so much.