"What else would it be? You sucked, rather eagerly may I add, my cock." When he didn't say anything as my logic was rather precise, I added, "I guess ...ou could be a cum bucket. Is that better?" God, no," he said horrified at the new derogatory option."So what is it? Faggot? Cocksucker? Queer? Ass-taker? Cum bucket?" I asked, listing a few derogatory, demeaning gay terms, all which I myself had been called."I-I-I don't know," he stammered."Pick one," I ordered, as I moved my arm from underneath. Assured that things were now set on the right track, I pulled the duvet over us and sleep came amazingly quickly.I awoke the next morning not knowing what to expect. Vanessa's side of the bed was empty so I crawled out of bed and went in search of her. I discovered her in the kitchen, frying sausage and bacon. Slices of bread were in the toaster and two cups of tea waited on a tray, ready to be carried upstairs. With her back to me, she stood dressed in a towel dressing gown belted loosely at. “That’s a good boy. Get nice and hard for me.” He said.I didn’t know that being called a good boy could bring someone so close to orgasm! My precum leaked all over his massive fist as he expertly worked my cock, stroking the shaft but focusing underneath my sensitive tip.He pulled my shaking hand into his robe and I felt his hairy cock plumping up slowly. “Touch it, baby.”I wrapped my fingers around its hot thickness, and it was like my hand was wrapped around a hot soda can! Its stiffening. " Yes he is." Jessie replied, cutting her eyes toward me. These statements cut me. Hearing the two girls talk about how much bigger Chris was than I made me realize for the first time that Chris has much more to offer, sexually, and that I wasn't enough to properly satisfy Sarah, and to be honest, Jessie either. Sarah reached down and started rubbing Jessie's clit as she continued to slide down on Chris's cock. It was about halfway in and there was still almost 6 inches left to go. Jessie was.