I wrapped my lips around it and slowly took in just the head. I felt his heart beating through his growing dick as I let my tongue swirl while gently ...ucking. He moaned. I stroked his shaft softly while I began to suck in more and more. It didn't have to go deep before my mouth felt very full. Still, I kept going, minding my teeth. When I was just about half way down, I slid back up, my tongue licking the hard wet shaft of his member. I didn't take it all out, but went down again, sucking him. . . busy you've been.” I put my arm around her and gently fondled her tits, while she placed her hand on my crotch. She gave along sigh, apparently enjoying what I was doing. She started to rub my cock, through my pants. I was having some difficulty driving straight on the road. “Uh,” I stammered, “as much as I'm enjoying that,” I said glancing down, “If we expect to get to the house, alive, you've got to . . . stop.” “Okay, she said, “I'll behave . . . until we get to the house.” I went. I peeked through the curtain as a Pikachu, a Spiderman and a princess ran giggling up and dipped into the big plastic pumpkin half full of candy. I watched as each of them carefully took a small handful and dumped it into their baskets. Nice kids, I thought, not greedy. I followed them with my eyes as they ran back to shelter of their protective parents who waited on the sidewalk. I hope Caitlin is enjoying herself, I thought, then stopped myself before I could get maudlin about missing this. They were both big, fit black guys, and both played sports. I wasn't much of a social butterfly in the first place, and the combination of the weed, alcohol, and hanging out with these two, frankly, intimidating black men made me feel small and awkward. But these two were buddies. They bantered back and forth and barely payed me any mind, except to pass the blunt. A few times I tried to get into the conversation, but kind of just got ignored. When we were done smoking, the three of us all just.