Zack came and came and came. So much, that I unfortunately had to swallow the first mouthful. I like to savor the taste of cum once it's in my mouth... I even lost a little bit down his shaft. Luckily for me, though, Zack kept cumming after I had swallowed the first mouthful and he filled my mouth for a second time. I made him feel good by continuously stroking his steel-like rod as it convulsed and delivered the rest of the hot, white, sticky sweetness to my palate. I kept Zack in my mouth. I couldn't remember him ever being so loud and in your face about anything in the admittedly brief time we'd known each other."Well okay then," I muttered. I could hear Bud snickering, but at the same time I recognized his chagrin. "Feel it all over and get my head out of my ass."So I took the old man's advice and just let my 'feel' fly off in whatever which way it wanted to go. At the same time I poured all my anger and frustration and everything I had into it. I would have screamed it out. He let out a soft moan so I pumped his shaft a little, cupping his balls in my other hand, massaging them gently, his cock began leaking lots of precum, wetting my lips as I moved them slowly over the head of his cock gently sucking.Wrapping my fingers around his swollen shaft at the root so as to hold it firm I bobbed my head up and down taking more and more of his cock into my mouth, teasing him by using my tongue to swirl around the sensitive head then encasing it in my soft lips and sucking. The few moments I had spent with them had lightened my mood considerably. I hobbled out to the hall and called Mom for help navigating the stairs.On the way down I apologized for yelling at her.Over the next few days, the pain in my leg settled down to a dull discomfort-- along with the dozen or so other bumps and bruises I had received at the end of my short flight. I learned to walk on the crutches without tearing the skin off my armpits. I learned to sleep with twelve pounds of plaster on my.