I arrived early and sat in the bar for a little Dutch courage. Over the course of our conversations and exchange of pictures online, he had soothed aw...y most of my fears, so effectively in fact that I told him that it would be ok to bring a friend, if he liked. I figured, might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. He brought eight friends, I'm guessing. I had to guess because we had agreed that I would wear a blindfold. Seeing as how all this had already taken place in lurid and graphic. Not nineteen or sixteen or even thirteen. Nine. So why do they have to do the whole romantic and flirty thing? Watching them make goo-goo eyes at each other and say things like “My girlfriend and me really like singing together” just made me cringe. I didn’t want to correct him to “my girlfriend and I” as much as to “my friend and me.” Kids that age are supposed to make cute grammatical errors; they are not supposed to have lovers.Yes, I said lovers, because they don’t present themselves as. I am staring into your pretty face and eyes when you slowly begin to jack me. My right hand still covered in your juices, swipes at the pisshole leaking precum smearing both of our spend across the head of my cock before I begin licking them off my hand.You smile and when your stroking hand reaches my base your lips part and slide down my shaft...tongue swirling as you go. The warmth and wetness causes me to gasp, throwing my head back into the seat. You can taste yourself on me, our flavors. "Sasha, you are going the reach up and cup my ass in your hands and pull on my ass to get me to fuck your throat. I don't want my cock cleaned, I want it to coat your mouth and throat with asscream so that you will taste ass everytime you swallow." Sasha arched her back and caught my cockhead in her mouth as her tiny hands gently pressed on my ass as she angled her head so that my cock would have a smooth passage down her throat. Then her pressing on my ass became harder and I sank my cock.