This time I can't hold back either, I feel the tightening of my balls, I push deep inside you and hold it as my cock throbs, each pulsing movement rel...asing a jet of my hot cum within you. We remain locked for a short while, and then slowly I withdraw from you and roll onto my back. You lay there exhausted briefly and I allow you to recover a little before taking your hand and guiding it to my deflated cock. You instinctive know what I want and you straddle over me taking my cock in your mouth. We kept talking and I gently let my fingers rub against his balls, and then near along the bottom of the shaft of his cock. This got a reaction, he let out a soft moan. I took that as a sign to continue and gently wrapped my fingers around his cock. It felt so hard, yet so soft in my hands, firm and warm, I really wanted to suck him, but took it slowly. Greg finally addressed it saying, "You can stroke my cock if you don't tell anyone. I'm not gay, and I don't think you are, but we're both. . nobody else was there.Alex answered the door wearing a suit and tie, he welcomed me into his home and we went into the kitchen where Adam was pouring the three of us another drink. Adam was also wearing a suit. Well all shook hands in greeting.(I think it is hilarious how many times I meet guys for sex and we greet each other with a handshake, and within minutes we are inside each other.)The two of them obviously had an inside joke going because apart from them wearing suits and ties and me. Carmel Stone is the only other black woman on the crew and she’s a devout Orthodox Christian from the island of Jamaica. We don’t get along because she thinks all Muslims are potential terrorists. Carmel is having an affair with either Bernie or Anderson. One of the two, or perhaps both, since she’s such a slut. I can’t stand Carmel. She’s one of those black women who thinks if it ain’t white it ain’t right. More power to her, but I don’t ride that bike. Did I forget anyone? Oh, yeah. My bad..