This is actually the second part of the “Night at the Club” story I sent you earlier. It starts where that story left off with the cab ride home. ...he Taxi:We make our way out of the club and hail a passing taxi. As we head home, the look of love and satisfaction on your face is almost angelic. I notice your hand on my crotch as you massage me to hardness and as the cab rolls through the night, my cock sinks deep into the back of your throat. I want to tell you that the driver is watching in the. My sister crawls up behind me and drapes her soft hands over my shoulder. “Do you taste that slight saltiness, that warm and thick liquid filling your mouth? That’s not your spit, dear brother, that’s his precum. Can you feel it beginning to fill your mouth?” She whispers sultrily in my ear. Chad hears her goading and is sent over the edge. With a mighty roar he unleashes a deluge of hot liquid in my mouth, salty, a little fishy, thick, and textured. He keeps thrusting in my mouth, but more. " Okay. That sounds good." What did you mean when you said that you haven't trusted any guys in a long time? The whole attack thing just happened a few weeks ago." I, ah, have had some other problems with guys in the past and I'll tell you sometime, but not now. Okay?"She was clearly uncomfortable with whatever had happened and I wasn't going to push her to tell me. "Okay. You don't have to tell me. I won't push you. I'm here for you if you need to talk about it though, all right?" Thanks. Just. Which was perfect for me. The staff was mostly outraged by gay people, but the few other guests seemed delighted to find us.We were almost entirely naked from the moment we hit the resort. Actually, the boys were almost always naked; I kept my shorts on unless I was banging one of them. Since we spent most of our time engaged in one sexual act or another, when the other guests found us, there was almost always something entertaining to watch. I would have watched them, but I just don't get off.