Now you can see where this is going, Marcus was a beautiful piece of man. A tan six foot four, blond hair, smooth, mouthwatering man. He wasn’t hung...though, just an average six inches, which is fine by me. I filled him in on the goings on of my soap opera of a life and he just sighed longingly.“ I would have done the same.” he said “ I mean who wouldn’t? A just turned eighteen year old, drooling for it?”His eyes closed in fantasy, I could see his cock hardening. I reached over, took a firm grip. I felt him ejaculate with thick bursts of cum filling my mouth.Six or seven shots filled my mouth and I swallowed loudly never letting his penis escape my hungry mouth. His cum tasted so good and instantly I wanted more. Mike pulled his penis from my mouth,it was still so very hard. He was a top and told me to get on my knees. I buried my chest on the mattress and waved my horny hole before him. Mike got behind me a took his cum covered penis at the entrance of my love hole.It hurt a little as. Y ahora que se fijaba, la propia habitación en la que se encontraba tampoco parecía encontrarse en el mejor de los estados. Había un cuadro torcido, restos de lámpara por el suelo, la alfombra se había encaramado en la pared, habían restos de ropa, toda idéntica, esparcidos por todo el lugar, una serie de monos naranjas con un nombre escrito "Chell", estaban distribuidos caóticamente por la sala, alguno incluso colgado del no funcional ventilador en el techo. Parecía que había tenido lugar un. I suggested that we take this conversation to my room and we can continue to talk. He agreed, and I paid the bar tab and we went up to my room.He was feeling no pain at this time. I should mention, I was about 28 and he was 51. The room was a semi-suite and had a couch. I kept the lights very dim. I asked him if he had any fetishes, and what they were. He was to nervous to tell me. He asked if I had any, and I told him I had a socked foot fetish. This seemed to pik his interest. He asked.