You concentrate hard and just when you think you can't take it you open up and my dick slides all the way down your throat till it's hilted against yo...r face your nose pressed into my hard stomach so you can't breathe and my warm full balls pushed up against your face. Your dying for air and try to pull back a little but my hand holds you there firmly. You can't breathe but you don't panic because you strangely trust me and just give in to the ecstasy of how much you love being forced to suck. “So what do fellows do of an evening, Norman?” Colonel Nichols asked of his fellow roommate. “Is there a town near here with fine ale and a good whorehouse?” “There are not many places where one can find good ale, Nichols, but there are many where one can satisfy one’s lust for the … uh … fairer sex.” “The fairer sex, you say, Norman. Jolly good idea! Shall we make a toast to the fairer sex? And shall we this evening seek out their company?” This was what Colonel Norman dreaded. At first, he. All of us wide eyed and open mouthed in front of a roaring fire everyChristmas Eve believing every single one of my grandmother's many Celticand Gaelic fairy tales and stories of the wee folk, gleefully told in ahushed voice to make sure that only we in the room could ever hear and no-one else.Secret stories she'd said sternly, constantly wagging a warning fingerthat had been passed on down to her by her mother and grandmother ofstrange and inexplicable happenings, rituals and occasional. .... and how we became FWB'S.....James and I met in school when I was 15, and he a year younger than me 14. He'd also flirt with me and pay me a number of compliments that always kept my heart warm. He was a sweet guy, but at that time in my life he wasn't what I was after. He was a bit shorter than me and still is, brown hair and at that stage average Male body. As years went by James and my friendship grew stronger and stronger to eventually reaching a point where him and I would share almost.