‘John, May, tea’s ready when you are’ yelled Doreen up the stairs to them. John followed May downstairs, he took his time to give his cock a cha...ce to shrink back to normal before he had to appear in front of his mum. May thanked them both for all their help and invited them both round the next day for a small housewarming party. Doreen said they would be delighted to come and that they would bring her husband Sam as well. That night as he lay in bed John couldn’t think of anything but May. She. It was starting to resemble one ofmy fantasies and I couldn't wait to see how this would turn out. I feltlike a rock star, a boy toy for a couple of groupies.Beth's head was resting on my shoulder and Mary was drawing littlecircles on my thigh with her finger trying to explain something aboutsomething that happened sometime earlier in the day, I think. Thesituation I found myself in had my mind in another place, so I reallywasn't listening. The fire had died down to a soft glow, making thescene. Then suddenly, he forced it down my throat. I held there for a moment, his massive cock gagging me. I could feel him getting harder and harder with every pulse of the vein. I sucked him as good as I could, trying not to gag as he pulsed in and out of my throat. “Good little cocksucker,” he said. “Keep sucking like a good little faggot.” He slapped my ass and gave the plug a tug. I was so nervous, yet so excited. This is what I signed up for, and I was loving every moment, every drip of precum. One guy stood up. -Apologies, young Claire. He said sweetly. He was a slim middle aged man, wearing a tailored suit and, incongruously, a Kiss Me Quick hat. He smiled and walked over to me. -I'm the Fun Guy, he said, -and we only want to have some fun. Don't you like fun, Claire?-Fuck off, I spat and he slapped me hard across the face, stunning me. -Play nice, Claire. He said, stroking my stinging cheek. -We're not going to harm you... hurt you, yes... but not harm. Do you know the.