’ All I could say was ‘don’t be a fag.’‘It’s not gay. Me and my brothers do it all the time. It feels great.’‘Fag’ was all I could s...y as I walked out of the shower. Finally knowing what a blow job was, that night I jerked off thinking about Mike Bird sucking my cock.I snapped out of my dream when I heard Bob moaning loud. I looked up and saw Jeff stroking Bob’s rather large shaft. Bob was laying back in the grass moaning. Jeff moved his head over Bob’s cock and I thought I was going to see my. “Hi kids, I'm the one that wanted to say something, your mom was more resistant. We want you to have all the sex you want, but don't wanna hear all the screaming too. When we're gone you can scream, but when we're home please keep it down. That's all we ask,” Ryan replied. “OK dad. We'll do our best to keep it down. We promise,” I said. “OK, have fun celebrating,” Ryan replied. “We will, trust us,” Steve said. Then they left and went back to the living room. Then Steve climbed back on top of me. " she pleaded weakly.I ignored the dumb bitch and pushed my cock into her mouth again. This time when I reached the entrance to her throat, I kept pushing. Her throat contracted around my dick which felt incredible. I kept pushing as she choked and gagged on my cock. With on final push, I fully buried myself in her tight, teen throat. I held her in place there which her nose pressed against my crotch and my balls resting against her chin. I enjoyed the pure bliss of her throat muscles. "Okay," she croaked as her dark eyes opened."Fuck! More bad guys!" I exclaimed."Probably good guys," Jerome said. "I called for reinforcements. I'll check." He disappeared. Marsha was right. He was poetry in motion."You're naked, Katy," Nora said. "Bloody, too. Is the blood yours or mine?" Yours. I'm naked 'cause I'd just finished fucking when the bad guys arrived." Yeah, like my partner." Yep. He didn't finish, though. I interrupted them." Good." She grimaced, not because of physical pain, but.