‘Shut up, Diz, you fucking freeloader.’ The words were mock-angry and Manny grinned at me. ‘Not my fault if you’re a slave to the Man.’ ‘Y...u got a lot of balls, saying stuff like that when you’re staying in my house.’ ‘At least I’ve got balls. Don’t you worry about all those electrical lines shriveling yours up?’ ‘At least mine won’t shrivel up from lack of use.’ My turn to scowl—Manny had me there. He’d been going with a girl named Helena for the last few months. I was surprised to find she. I told him to touch it, he slowly reached up and wrapped his hand around it. I said I had precum too and it tastes good so why doesn't he taste it like I tasted his??? He slowly leaned forward and put the tip of his tongue on the dripping precum and tasted it, and then did it again, I put my hand behind his head and gently pushed my head between his lips and kept it there for a bit then I slowly pushed again and my cock slipped in his mouth, he didn't move a muscle, so I slowly started to fuck. It was late Sunday afternoon and I was driving through the Painted Desert area near the Petrified Forest National Park. The low angle reddening sunlight made the stark beauty of the painted rock desert glow like an oil painting. I was settled back in my air-ride seat munching on sunflower seeds with my cruise control set at sixty-five miles per hour and just taking the view. Willie Nelson was playing on the stereo and I was just enjoying the spectacular scenery when the trouble began. The first. His face is red, but he seems to enjoy her admonishment. He eagerly laps up all of his own cum, before she pulls him back up to kneel by her side. The crowd is clapping. I find myself clapping along with them. When she begins to lead him away, the crowd parts. Before I know it, they are heading straight for me. I’m so caught up in watching them, that she has to stop and wait for me to step aside. My face flushes a deep red, with having been caught off guard. She looks down at my crinkled.