Is there anything you won’t do, buddy? Fuck yeah, buddy, suck my fucking shit hole.”He finally rolled off me and I said, “Oh fuck, Harley, I don...��t know what got into me, but I can tell you that I enjoyed sucking you. In fact, lay back and let me suck your cock a little more. I love the taste and texture of your thick cock and I’m going to nurse your meat until you’re ready to feed me another load. I loved it when I felt the sprays of cum shooting into my mouth.”Harley said, “That sounds like a. I don’t know that much about the Unitarians but I hear they’re on the liberal side. Maybe their preacher won’t be quite as sleep-inducing as the local Methodist guy had been a few weeks back.So I find a place close to the front -- I’m in the fourth row -- and sure enough, their pastor is a youngish looking guy, partially balding but sturdy, and he’s telling us about how God shouldn’t be thought of as this “anthropomorphic being,” but rather simply as a “creative force” in the universe.I thought. Once, across the country, visiting my mother, Annie had gone downstairs to wash some clothes while I watched the children. My brother took them out to walk Gramma's dog or some such errand, and I wandered downstairs to see what I could do to keep their mother from feeling she was on duty, at a different duty station, rather than on vacation. Finding her in the laundry room, I was overcome with emotion and embraced her. She reciprocated, and our kisses and caresses heated up as our emotions grew. I knew how it would feel to him, but was surprised by the pleasure it was giving me. As my strokes grew longer and bolder, I realized that his cock was leaking slippery lines of goo, too. I broke the contact and brought my hand to my mouth, without thinking. I had tasted my own precum so often, I almost needed to taste his. I looked up into his eyes as my tongue licked at his juice. He looked entranced!"Tastes good, doesn't it?" he asked smiling. "Like your own, I'll betcha," he added, as if.