" Miguel sits with his hand cupped around his cock, not masturbating just holding himself watching me.I take Rene's cock into my mouth, sliding my lip... down over his oozing drooling cock. Rene tastes different than Miguel. Less sweet, more bitter but I slide my lips up and down over His thicker cock. Gulping his shaft, deeply into my throat, I gag, grunting on the intrusion in my throat. My eyes dark and wet I look up at him. Then lift up, my lips circling the thick shaft, gulping him down.. Art was no longer a rare medium nor, to many, was it well done.In years past, grammar and spell checks within communications applications relieved the writer of mundane tasks. Upgraded composition programs, called 'scriptolograms', meant authors submitted character descriptions and relations, action development and plot outlines on a menu format after choosing a particular narrative style. Writing remained varied as there were so many menu options and combinations. Authorship, however, became. The knives were junk.Jason and Hector continued home and arrived in time for the noon meal. When dinner was over, Jason distributed the weapons and held a class to be sure that everyone understood the details of loading a pin-fire cartridge or shell. It had to be lined up so that the little pin projected from the shell in position for the hammer to drive it into the primer located within the shell. There were two problems with these shells: they had to be aligned properly for the hammer to hit. It was beautiful. His chest had just the right amount of hair, his pubes were thick and bushy just as I liked it. His cock was thicker and at least two inches bigger than mine. I would have liked a foreskin to play with but hey I was never going to throw this god out of my bed. I went at his manhood like a man possessed. Like a man who had been starved for days. I took all of his tasty cock deep into my throat. Jason began face-fucking my mouth moaning every time his end touched my wet lips. I.