I feel the first ray of sperm in my throat. I retreat. I want to taste his seed. You can have it all, ho," Steven is out of control. He grabs my head ...nd the rays of seed spurt into my mouth. The taste is bitter and salty.When I look up, I see Steven snogging. I let his cock fall out of my mouth. I can hardly imagine a more beautiful sight. A semi-rigid cock, just cummed and the most beautiful black man in the gym. I crawl up. "Taste this," I say as I push my tongue into his mouth. He doesn't. Do you believe in miracles? I don't either but the last two weekends ofthe summer sort of made me believe in them.Did I mention that my sister was a camp councilor? The weekend beforethe last one when camp closed for the season was visiting day and thenext weekend, the last one, was usually a sort of good buy party for allthe councilors and guests.That doesn't sound like a miracle does it? What about if you add thefact that this year my parents were to attend seminars for bothweekends?When my. “You think so?” I asked and relaxed and opened my legs just enough to give them a peek of my pink, which I hadn’t realized was still dripping with pearly semen that Jess left behind.“Oh, baby…” one of them groaned.I patted the blanket that I sat in the middle of and they sat down on either side of me.“Are you here all alone?” the blond asked.“No. My husband is out picking berries,” I said and set my hands on both men’s thighs. “He’ll probably be gone for quite a while,” moving my hands further. Deep down I believe his Father believed a day would come when Brandon would get his head on straight and prove all his critics wrong, a real Father or Mother always believes that sort of miracle is possible. I was just his friend and yet even I believed that would happen. It was akin to waiting for a personal D-Day. There is almost nothing as disappointing as watching someone you care about making the wrong decisions until redemption seems like a fantasy. It would lead between a lot of fights.