”“Says the man who will kiss a girl with her mouth full of his cum or shove his tongue into her freshly fucked pussy!”“I don’t like coconut,...caviar, or pâté either. What’s your point?”Bethany giggled, “Tonight I’m going to give you a fantastic blowjob and a mouthful of your own cum!”“Maybe I’ll go home,” I chuckled as we climbed into her bed.“Only if you want to die, Mr. Adams!” she growled. “Slowly and painfully!”January 13, 1993, Chicago, Illinois“Steve! You have to see this!” Elyse called. It took less than 30 seconds for someone to be behind me, remember I can see in the mirror. He threw his towel over his shoulder and started to rub his cock. When it was hard he reached for a condom, put it on then flipped up my dress. He put his fingers in his mouth then pressed them into my waiting ass. Finally he guided is condom covered cock into my ass. Since this was the third cock in a few hours it went in relatively easy and he began to pump in and out. As he was pumping he. I dropped everything to get to it, forgetting about work AND the cum stains. The note was from Katie, and it instructed me to replace the note with $300 cash and then leave the envelope on her desk before she left for the day. I don’t carry cash hardly anymore, who does now days. I ran across the street to an ATM and withdrew the funds. Stuffing the envelope and running, I almost fell. I had to laugh at myself. I had just masturbated in a restaurant, let a girl I just met play with my cock in. That had been three years ago, just before she went off to college. Since then he had mastered Kegel exercises and last summer, after the first almost accidental coupling with a full-grown woman, he had become a wandering stud with a lawnmower, servicing a score of grass widows and adding greatly to his secret slush fund as well as his public bank account with the mowing and weeding.His erection trembled and arched, its dark head pointed upward and its ridged shaft pulsing with blood, its keel.