At dinner, Joey had just finished picking out the girls who would join us in our motel room that night when he noticed I was staring at him. Because h...s expression softened and his voice sounded so soothing, I listened to his words as he said, “ ... wasn’t going leave you out, you know. I got three this time just in case you felt like fucking one for a while.”“Fuck one,” I echoed.“Yeah. That’s right,” Joey said happily. “You and I have done a lot of fucking together. And we’re going to do a lot. Just as he was walking out, I called his name. He turned round, expectantly. ‘Uh, Jason, I’m sorry about… that.’ I said, pointing to his eye. ‘Yeah, uh, no big deal – I asked for it,’ he said, smiling.. but the sparkle just wasn’t there. Well, whatever, what was I meant to do? How was I to know that he’d turn out all reasonable and nice in the end? No one could’ve told me that… at least I had apologised… It really was a shame he had the mark there though, no matter how insincere his acceptance. I'd do odd jobs around the flat for her and she'd do my washing and cook me the occasional meal as a form of repayment but that was as far as it went. As I stood there fingering the soft satin, my cock was getting even harder, harder than it had been for some time and I found myself having new, more intimate thoughts about Hazel.Hazel was around five feet four with medium length blonde hair and, looking back on it, a nice body for her age. The feel of the soft satin and the thought of Hazel. You would push then stop, look at me and push a little more, this ordeal seemed to go on forever.By this point there were tears streaming down my face and your balls were hitting my chin. You started to pull out just a little and I prayed that meant it was over, but then you moved it back in, out, in, out.It seemed impossible but I could feel you getting harder and swelling inside my mouth. My hands tried to push you away, my head was pinned against the sofa, I didn't want to disappoint you but.