” He slid his hand in his shorts and I could see him working his cock now. I figured, what the fuck, and reached down in my shorts for my own. “Th...s ain’t working for me,” I say in after a few. “I got to get more comfortable here.” “Me , too,” Eric says and out pops a woody as thick and beautiful as I ever seen. He kicks his shorts off and is working a good, hard 8 right in front of me.” “Fuck yes,” I say, “it’s just us. So what the hell. Let’s do it. Just a couple of guys getting off. I was becoming as frustrated as she was because she would get me worked up enough to where I wanted relief as much as she did and she ran out of steam and I’d have to get myself off. You see I had another problem. It took so much stroking to get my cock hard enough to get it in that I was almost ready to shoot my wad by the time I could get it in her. We talked about me getting a little help from that wonderful little blue pill. We talked about me getting a little help from that wonderful. I let it come into my mouth and moved his foreskin around with my tongue. I had never even given a blow job before, but I have seen pornos to make do. I moved my head back and forth feeling his veins with my tongue letting the tip jam against my soft pallet. Within a few minutes his hot cum filled my mouth after a deep, sexy moan. He took his dick from my mouth, turned me over, so that my hands and feet were crossed, ripped off my briefs, and lubed me up. He turned me back around and gave me a. I met Larry at one of those parties. Well, actually, I didn't really meet him: he sat in the corner all night, just watching the action. But he gave me his phone number as I was leaving, and I called him the next day. He took me to a fast food joint, fed me, and asked me a million questions about what I liked and didn't like, and what I was willing to do and not do. I told him I wasn't into bondage or spanking or pain, but pretty much I was willing to do most anything else…oh, I also didn't.