The wet clicking beneath my encircled fingers fills the quiet, punctuated only by birdsong and our laboured breathing. Little flashes of pleasure lick...at the corners of my mouth. Tiny now; exaggerated later when I come.Her voice drips with lust. "I want to lick the spunk from your stomach. Have the taste of you on my tongue at work."Excitement surges and floods me. Opening my left hand, I drift a finger into the crack of my arse and ease over the knot with the remnants of her saliva. So good. I. I realized I should taste my own cum. The only problem was I always lost interest as soon as I shot. So one night I decided I would do it for sure and got into the old self-suck position. With my cock's head an inch from my mouth I started jerking and soon shot cum where I wanted it. It tasted a bit weird but I still found it exciting enough to do quite a few times in the following weeks.Besides printed porn I also went to adult theaters where I would unbutton one stud on my jeans and put a. " Me?" I tried to look innocent. "I was openly displaying my love for my friend and being cruelly rebuffed. I'd go back to the bar and drown my sorrows." In the beers the guys who felt sorry for you bought." Dave ratted me out. "John's never bought a drink in his life!" Oh so you always were a player!" Yann slapped my shoulder. "I knew it. I'm telling the others." So you two met in college. How did you meet West?" Sean asked."We used to attend a lot of the same conferences and workshops and I. He remembered not resisting, not pulling away. He remembered kissing back, and the rush of excitement. He remembered it feeling right. Yet he had left, because of the fear and the panic that cause the maelstrom in his mind. As serenity returned, he wished that he had stayed, that he had known what he wanted to say or do. He wished he had known that his fear wasn’t really fear at all.So lost in these thoughts and regrets was he, that Erik did not see or hear Robert approach until he was at his.