The dude grabbed my ass, and he buried his mouth on my cock. He was good. I begin to feel the orgasm mounting. He now was stroking my bottom up and...down warming my ass while deep throating my cock. I just grabbed his bald head and face fucked him. I tried to make myself last, but I could only go so long. I shot cum down his throat; it was wonderful. My friend hold my ass tight and took in all the semen I could give him. He let me get soft in his throat then released my dick. I then. Through tinted glass they seem to be shadows, mere silhouettes of actual, breathing creatures. Groups of three spin into alleys and side streets, some climb wiry catwalks and vanish into the ceiling of fog. With their smell still thriving in my nostrils (gourmet coffee, crisp newsprint, and pine-scented shoe-polish) I wonder what thoughts infest their minds. Their scheme escapes me, like a theme lost among colliding metaphors. My mind conjures theories involving the passengers and I write them. She smiled and said, ?Hey stud you going invite me in or just stand there gawking?? She laughed as she brushed past me and walked into the living room. I couldn't imagine why Amber would be here and be their dinner guest and I didn't want to ask. So I dutifully returned to the kitchen and finished cooking dinner and served it. As we all sat around the table eating, there was an awkward silence as I sat with my head down eating not knowing what to make of all this. Finally Paul put his fork and. ...that felt incredible! "OHHHhhhhh Stepdad," I exhaled, "whatever it is that you're doing NOW - please...please...please don't stop". I whimpered. "You like that, huh?" Stepdad teased. He knew what he was doing. Only later did I realize he was hitting my prostate. His started rubbing the three middle fingers of his hand against the upper walls by the prostate, sliding it in, out, a little pressure added during one motion of a stroke, then more pressure on another motion. Then he would rotate.