His balls ached as he wished desperately to relieve the burning feeling deep within him. He tossed and turned in his bed, furious from his inability t... climax. He seriously feared something was wrong with him as he knew the build-up of cum couldn't be healthy for him. Eventually, he fell into sleep. While he slumbered, two cloaked figures appeared in his room. They quickly, while not waking him, grabbed him by each hand and desaperated.Harry soon awoke, yet realized he couldn't move an inch of. "You mean she won't suck your cock?"I asked."Yea,she thinks it's dirty or some shit."Then he goes,"Sheila,when you're with your boyfriends,is that something you do?"I looked down to his lap and said very slowly,"Every fucking time."This time there was definitely movement."But I don't just drop to my knees and go at it.There's always kissing and cuddling first."He nodded his head,took a sip of his drink and pulled me towards himself and kissed me lightly."Jerome",I said,"that's not gonna get. We had never really gotten along. He was more of a jock type while I had always been a regular guy. Regular guy? It almost made me laugh. Here I was kneeling on the floor with my face covered in cum, my fingers still in my mouth licking off the cum from this man that had just used me, and my own cock dripping cum that no touch, only sucking cock had caused to erupt.I felt the shame overwhelm me. A minute ago I hadn't cared who knew I was nothing more than a cocksucking slut, but now, my frenzy. She was four years my senior, shorter than I, but a bit stockier. She sat upright, the TV remote by her side. I stretched out on my back, my head on a pillow in her lap. I turned only my lazy head to watch our favorite late night talk show. Every light was off, so the blue glow of the screen seemed like an otherworldly haze in the living room on that spring evening. She brushed my hair, a sensation I relished. Then she began to make one long braid in the back. It felt soothing, a feeling I.