Kyle led me through the house to the kitchen where he was making last minute preparations. As we entered the kitchen Kyle began to introduce me to the...other ‘waiter’ Martin who was already in his tiny black speedos - and nothing else. Before Kyle could say my name the other waiter greeting me with,“Brad, is that you man - how the hell are you?”“Martin, buddy how are you - long time no see.” I replied as we shook hands.Martin went to school with me and was the first guy I had ever fantasised. I've never shown an interest in any of my brother's friend's and I suspect they didn't flirt or try anything with me simply out of respect for Shakeel. My brother recently turned 17 and most of his friends were also the same age. I hadn't seen any of them in a while because I'd been away at campus and occasionally only hooked up with them during the holidays to go out. This holiday however, there was a new addition to my brother's click. Shane had moved to our town over a year ago and quickly. Blake was more than happy to oblige with this speed and began thrusting his hips back and forth and eventually he reached down, placed his hands on either side of my face, and began to face fuck me hard. Blake’s balls slapped against my chin and I began to make gagging noises as his mushroom tip was forced down my throat. Blake moaned at the pleasure my mouth was giving him and I surrendered to him, letting him fuck my face as he desired. The noises we were making though must have drawn some. Daryl is so absorbed in thought that he doesn’t notice the man suddenly standing at his side, looking out over the rail at the crowd beneath. Quickly, the Marshall admonishes himself for the very rare slipup and quickly turns to sneer at the man. “Can I help you with something?” he asks, though his tone reflects the hostility balled up inside.“You musst be the handzome man that she sspoke of,” the man says with a very audible lisp.“What woman?” Daryl asks, dropping his guard just a little. He.