All through dinner, Janie looked at Anna, then me, then back to Anna. Something was on her mind, but she kept it to herself."How about some dessert? M...m made us a cake too." Anna leaped from her chair and ran into the kitchen."Jake ate the one your wife brought us. In one sitting!"Anna brought out an identical cake. At least, it looked the same to me."Oh, vanilla!" Anna grabbed my hand and dragged one finger through the sugar coating. Then she brought that finger to Janie's lips. "Taste it!". I quickly came to crave it, I quickly realized my love of making him cum. The taste, while strange at first, was incredibly addicting. Soon, tasting it wasn’t enough. I began to become a cock loving, cock sucking young boy, forcing as much of his massive dick into my mouth just to feel his jizz explode down my throat. His moans of pleasure spurring me on, making me want to take more of him each time. Alone in my room at night, sometimes with the taste of his cum still on my lips and certainly. None of them had ever visited before, but everyone there recognized the handles. It was a lot like attending a church spaghetti dinner and having Jesus and the Twelve Apostles show up. HashMaster was sitting straight up in his seat. Chills were running up and down his spine. Something big was about to happen.Then a new user appeared: AvengingAngel.AvengingAngel: Greetings, Anonymous.AvengingAngel: Greetings, Elite.The screen scrolled past too fast for HashMaster to read it. Everyone among the. You slowly push and I feel the bulbous head slowly stretching me before it pops inside. It feel firm as you push the rest into me and I feel the curve against my ass. You take a rope and tie it to the end of the kook and loop it up onto my collar, keeping my hooked ass firmly in place. My legs are shaking and you smack my bum to keep me bent over correctly! Next on the table is a nylon hood which you roll slowly over my head. It covers me completely except for a mouth hole. I can't see through.