Don't you remember? Just before midnight?" Barris had left nothing in the room, but he had paid in advance and he needed a place to spend the night....he clerk thumbed through the register. "What's your name?" he asked."Barris Newcombe." He recited his driver's license number and the plate number of his car. The clerk squinted at him and said something peculiar but handed the key over.Gratefully, Barris stumbled up the stairs to the fourteen foot by twelve foot refuge.The motel room seemed. Whimpering, he drops his hand to his side, grips the sheets and waits. I move swiftly, grabbing his swollen cock and placing half of it in my mouth. With force and deliberation, I slide my mouth along its length. I tickle his balls once more. I feel him lift his torso from the bed as his entire body tenses and I hear his agonized groan as his cock pulses and the first jet of slimy cum flies against the walls of my cheeks. I lay still while he pumps his hips and shoots more of the hot juice. Feel free to leave comments or if you prefer email me direct on [email protected] with comments or ideas for stories.IntrudersThe light shone through the bedroom window as Katie walked back into her bedroom from having had a shower, now dressed only in a cream fluffy towel that she had wrapped around her body and tucked it back into itself just above her breasts. Another smaller towel was wrapped in a turban style around her hair and there were droplets of water on her bare back. . His wife divorced him, he never came around thehouse again, and he lost his job at the German Athletic Center. It wassomething my parents always avoided telling us the truth about. I couldonly hope they couldn't track it back to our locker room incident.As I turned down Adams Street I saw in the distance a sign that said"Buck's Barber Shop." I raced my bike into the parking lot and dumped it bythe front door. After hopping off I immediately tried the front door. Myheart sunk into my chest, the.