I heard him whisper. “God forgive me.” Under his breath then he reared up and shoved his seven inches down my throat with a roar. I gagged around...his unexpected cock but started lapping and sucking as soon as I could. Mr. Miller threw back his head and laughed. “That’s right boy, fuck the little slut. Don’t cum in her mouth though, you want her cunt or ass to fill up?” Sheriff Owen stopped almost mid-stroke in my mouth and looked at Mr. Miller. “What?” Mr. Miller reached down and pulled. But I never forgot the sensation and longed to repeat it.About two years later I was out in the street playing with a school friend and the boy who lived next door. My friend dared me to ask the other boy to show us his cock. After much protestation he pulled his shorts aside to reveal a tiny little pink sausage. This fascinated me, as it was different to mine. I was circumcised and assumed all cocks looked like mine. He was uncut and looked very different (and interesting). My friend then. There were four guys in various stages of arousal and undress wandering around the room. None were wearing pants. Most were still wearing shirts. Except the fifth guy who was between the legs of the woman on the bed. The soles of her feet were pointed at the ceiling fan, which was slowly turning over their head. She was emitting the loud moans that had brought me there in the first place. Occasionally she came up with an even louder, ‘Oh Yesss!’ There was a running play-by-play going on. I have been looking forward to that since Saturday.”“You are a devilish rogue! You just want to watch me getting further soaked and steamy, as you coast through dinner.”“I do love watching your hard nipples,” he said, as he spun me around and smacked my butt. “Dinner smells terrific. I can’t wait.”I felt one drop of nectar fall to my thigh as I led the way to the dinning room, where George was waiting. They shook hands like old friends, and, after some preliminary greetings, started talking.