I don't mean to brag, but I'd consider myself to be above average in the cock department- check my galleries for proof of that! But in all my years of...fucking, maybe two girls have got close to the base of my cock whilst giving me a blowjob.Here I knelt, in the back of a Range Rover, whilst some masked stranger swallowed every single inch of my cock. At the other end of her body, my best mate was fucking her with everything he had. I was transfixed for a second as his cock went in and out of. Quick thinking only provided the answer of, “Ahh, the festival had been on my Bucket List for so long, I figured ‘why not?’ right?”Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. “Well, I’m glad you did...” he flashed his perfect, white teeth. “Are you?” I retorted, mainly as reflex. “Yes... well, we wouldn’t have met otherwise, now, would we?” he quipped, as a confident smirk formed on his face, one that was genuine and intimate as if we'd known each other for some time rather than the practiced smiles and. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar face---Parker. Fuck. I blow a loud whistle at him, and hollar “Yo dawg—how bout a ride” ? Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod approval, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the easy route to the diner, and invite them to come in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to come in for some eats.But as we entered the diner, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the. ‘How long will you be staying in the room for?’ I asked, ‘I will only really be in the room at night, during the day I wanna go out and see what Paris has to offer.’ ‘Well, originally I was going to stay for 2 weeks here before moving onto Berlin and Moscow, but I know you only have the room for a week.’ I can’t believe I’m checking out his body while he is fixing something with his bags. ‘Can I get you a drink? Coke, tea, something stronger?’ I ask trying to be polite. ‘Not really sure what.