“I need to cum. These rings are hurting, I feel too erect somehow!”“It looks beautiful!” I said. He was lost in his thoughts for a moment befo...e saying...“So does yours!” He bent forward and for the very first time sucked my cock. I felt strangely proud of him. He was getting a bit gayer each time we met. He sat up. “It's good, I admit. Sucking cock is good. But I don't want your spunk Ben.”“Then let me have yours. I want every drop you have.” I replied sincerely. I got on my knees and he stood. ”“Indeed. Not that it’s anything to do with you, but that’s what happens when a woman is pregnant.”His wife coughed behind him and turned away, obviously hiding a smile. But then she straightened up and turned back. “Come on, Damian. We’d better get our cases. I don’t want to be without mine, anyway.”I smiled at him, turned and made my way along the gangway to Hydrogen, then crossed to Reminder before turning back. The woman ... what was her name? Oh, yes ... Madeline. Maddie. Anyway, Maddie. In spite of the guilt, I never looked back. Since that first time, I have masturbated at least daily and I have enjoyed all types of sex with women every chance I have had. My first sexual experience came some years later with my first serious girlfriend. She was a petite with longish blonde hair, bright blue eyes, fair skin, large breasts and a few extra pounds. I began talking with her in late December and our first serious make-out session was in early February on the couch in her apartment.. After all, weworship from our knees. We should worship cock from there too.I was dying to free Bob's cock out of his briefs but I remembered howsexy I thought it was for a woman to feel the cock through fabric, traceits length with her tongue and generally admire her prize before shedevours it. I hoped Bob felt the same.I looked up at Bob and smiled, and then I started at his navel and beganto explore his hard abs, kissing and lightly nibbling as I moved down.My mouth reached the edge of his.