His cock was perfect size. I'm not great at estimating size but maybe 8" and thick. I craved sucking him. I love the way my tongue feels against a co...k, I love to suck hard, the taste of pre cum, I love to grip hard, I'm not delicate and not a tease. I worked him good for quite a while as he complimented me in total surprise as if he thought I would be lame or something... And let him cum down my throat. yum...We talked some more and then I blew him again. Yum!!!Then I blew him a 3rd time.We. That last one was the oddest one, she lived less than ten miles from College Park. Though, back in those days, that was the easy, convenient excuse used by any boy towards any girl who refused to share her charms with the male population. As in, ‘I coulda fucked her, man, but she told me she has a boyfriend at home.’ A loser’s lament, told by one who had a busy post-date self-flagellation session with Mr. Willie Blue Balls. I, too, was on the short end of the stick when it came to taking my own. "MMMMHHHMMMM fuck....."I started moaning already, I couldn't help it. There was a window immediately to our right, and the laundry room door was wide open but I didn't care. He was SOOO good. Using an extraordinary amount of saliva, downing deep and gagging on my cock. No hands just back and forth with his head gagging on my cock, saliva running down my balls and his kneck. *SLURP* *COUGH* *GAG* *SLURP*Just him alone was noisy enough, and with my moaning on top of it I got so nervous someone. I was worried about getting bloated and not fitting into my tux, so I had a salad and a glass of wine while they all had whiskey and steaks.Everything was normal until we got back to Steve’s house, where I assumed we’d be drinking and smoking cigars. Instead, as we walked in the house, I saw Steve’s girlfriend Angela sitting at the kitchen table with a large Victoria’s Secret bag next to her.“What’s going on?” I asked, looking up at Steve. “I thought this was a guys-only thing?”“It is,” said.