A couple times I thought they might spill out, but they did not. I did notice a few other men watching and hoping also.We were soon ready for another ...rink. I gave her a twenty dollar bill and said "You get them this time."She looked at me.I said "The dark guy on the bar is named John. I know him, and if he asks you to show him your tits, I want you to do it."She just looked at me. It was like she was thinking. Then she said "You really know him."I said "Pretty good friends."She just nodded and. Within minutes, he started tensing up his body, and before long he was shooting what felt like a gallon of cum into my mouth. Not wanting to waste any of it or have it spill out on to my truck seat, I swallowed as much of the jizz that I could. But since he also had a seven-day load, some oozed out of my mouth and ran down the sides of his cock and his pubes. “Man, that was fucking awesome, Austin! You give the best head! Smiling back, I just said “I know.” It was the first time I’d ever. He is laying on the bed and is stroking his cock. He had nice size cock about 7in and was pretty thick. He orders me to come over to him and suck his cock. So I crawl over to him grab his cock, and just admire it for a second and then put his cock in my mouth. He immediately let out fuck yeah, and put his hands on my head as I was sucking his cock. Right then and there I knew I loved sucking cock. I was getting really into it, I was moaning, and making a sloppy mess with my spit getting. The strength I experienced was from the faith or the hope I felt people had in me. Whichever it was, I was determined not let them down.After church, it was time to smile and shake lots of hands again. Father Marceaux gave me an emotional hug. “I sense that you’ve found an inner peace,” he commented questioningly.“I have,” I replied. “I thought I was ready before. I was mentally and physically strong. Now I feel strong emotionally and spiritually as well. The words in the song that I never.