I wasn’t sure what to do so I closed my eyes tightly and swallowed. “Oh yeah Larry, you little cunt, swallow my load.” He whispered as he shot a...ain and again. I must have swallowed three times before he pulled out of me and his final shot hit me in the face. It felt so hot when it hit my face and then cooled and I felt it running down my face.“Don’t waste it,” Jay said as he wiped his hand on my face and fed his cum to me. I didn’t hesitate, the thought of making him cum filled my head with. And I did. It would've been OK every now and then, but I always take thinks to the extreme. When I work, I work hard; when I love my wife, I love her long time (when I can get it up); when I play golf, I cuss a lot! So when I stopped for drinks, I stopped every night for a week. Big mistake!When I piss off my wife, I piss her off ... A LOT! Well needless to say I wasn't on her Christmas list after that week. Boy did I have to do some ass kissing to get back in her good graces. I quit stopping. Too many chances someone could walk in on you.So Clyde and I walked outside and he asked if I wanted to visit for a while. Getting an affirmative answer from me, we went over to his car. We visited for a few minutes, with both of us letting the other know we were interested in sex—a blowjob at least. And, thankfully, Clyde was like me—not interested in doing it in a car. Instead, I followed him in my car to his house in the southern part of the city not too far from the area where I lived.What. Something about Michel. The cabin’s door was not locked, to her surprise. She opened it and went out. The deck was littered with men. Some had simply fallen where they stood when exhaustion, or rum, overcame them. Most were by now moving sluggishly as the sun grew bright and strong. More than a few wore only shirts, affording Constance many a peek at a well-turned backside, or dangling cock and balls. It was madness to be wandering about out here. The men might have used themselves up with.