His name is Timothy Bryant, but I and Kelly nicknamed him Sicko 23 within days of meeting him, he’s the kinda guy you see sat at a subway station an... just think there’s just something not right about him. However exactly a week ago today I let Sicko 23 sweet talk me into his apartment and fuck me on his dirty couch. Sickening though it sounds I can’t stop thinking about him, or his incredible fingers, his breath on my skin as he pants above me, his thick cock spreading me open before thrusting. What an amazing release. Although I hadn’t become a cum slut (as of yet), my desire to have a man’s cock in my ass had now been permanently imprinted on my being, on how I define myself.To my surprise, the night was only going to get better. Without a word, I was rolled over on my back, my legs on his shoulder, and his cock even deeper in my hungry ass. How delicious, my ass off the bed, as my body reverberated with every thrust he delivered. I closed my eyes and just allowed my other senses to. However, that changed one day when he received an email from a fag who had recently purchased a pair of his old boxers. James chuckled to himself as he read the message. The loser was addicted to James’ cum stains and ball sweat and begged for a chance to service his hefty dick in person. James was used to this and began typing up his standard reply of ?fuck off faggot? when he noticed the guy was offering him $10,000 - just to be able to suck his dick! James stopped typing. True, he was. ” I stand up undo my pants slide them down to my mid-thigh showing them my black Hanes boxer briefs. John gives a whistle at me and I shake my butt at him. I honestly at this point, am just being playful. In my head there was no sexual undertone to my actions. This was the way we always acted. The next spin lands on Amber again who chooses dare. John says, “Kiss me.” So I watch as they start making out. I can see their tongues moving in and out of their mouths. I have seen this bunch of times.