"Look at that," he says, pulling back and out of your mouth with a wet pop. "A perfect O of your lips. I think you were born to take cocks."He grabs a...fistful of your hair and jerks your head back, and you cough at the sudden rush of air."What do you say, boy?" he asks."Thank you, Daddy," you gasp.He lets go of your hair, and you lean forward over him. His hands grip your head once more, and he slides his erection along your lips."You're not finished yet," he says.You open your mouth to speak,. I stepped away as she reached for her glasses on the bedroom table. She said "Drunk" to no one in particular, reached out for her husband's cock, and said, "Come here." I stumbled to say something when she said, "Thank you for getting him home safe. This is a problem but not your problem." She held out her hand and I put my dick in her palm. She felt the weight of both cocks in her hands, and then got up to go to the bathroom.Her beige negligee, which I could now see as she was out of bed,. Fuck! Am I in love with him? Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me, he’s one of my best friends! Fuck!”My brain reeled at his simple reply.“Sounds good man, see ya then.”No smiley, no subtext, no emotion. I pushed it too far and blew it all. Fuck.****I started getting ready later, doing my hair into a sort of messy bed head look, but on purpose, fresh deodorant, checking myself out a dozen times in the mirror. I kept telling myself that none of this mattered and that Dylan didn’t like me like. The neighborhood's streets formed a maze of circles and cul-de-sacs hidden from one another by dense but impeccably groomed landscaping. Each time he made a wrong turn and she showed him the way, he wondered how often she had found it on her own. In the dark, each private entrance looked alike, until they came face to face with the twisted bars of his imposing iron gate and the familiar glass eye of the camera, peering down at them like a mechanical cyclops atop the towering stone pilaster.As.