Ben was gripping the back of my head, holding it in place, as he emptied into me. I tried to keep up and, with a few splutters in between, managed to ...own his entire load. When his grip loosened and the shots had finished, I slowly pulled my mouth away, kissing the end of his cock as I did so. He relaxed. I composed myself, restructuring my Scottish accent in my mind, trying to control the minor retches emanating from my throat. "God that was amazing!" he said. "Thank you." That's OK Ben," I. ‘Hey!’ the closest one said, wittily. If you could slura ‘Hey’, he did.I kept up a steady pace hoping to get past them,crowding towards the further edge of the sidewalk.‘I said ‘Hey!’ he snarled angrily, the intoxicationwelling in his voice.There were maybe four others, some holding bottles,sitting on the steps, in the shadows. The groundcontained several bottles, mostly empty, some broken.What a strange place to drink, I thought to myself, butI was. The truth was a session with Debra usually left me more frustrated than if I had never touched her at all. I once caught her doing the same thing with her older brother Jeremy but she begged me not to speak a word of it to anyone because the worse sin ever was the dreaded act of "Incest".It sounded real bad to me but in all honesty I have to say it seemed like they were just playing around like a couple of little puppies getting to know what the other equipment was like on the opposite sex. I. So smile and display your tits.'Page 4. She indeed did, thrusting out her chest in defiance. If she was going to comply, she was going to do it aggressively and not show any shame. She was better than me and her tits more significant than mine, like my man boobs which were just what a regular guy would have but I often had sore nipples since I pinched them so much for the quick jolt to the crotch. 'Very nice. That's very nice. Indeed. Fuck are you built.' 'Go to Hell.' .