I stood up behind him. He dropped to his knees and presented his raised ass to me. He wiggled his ass, and pulled apart his ass cheeks with his hands....“Come on man. My asshole is waiting for you.” I stroked my dick a couple time, spit into my palm to lube my cock. I looked at his now wide open asshole, and placed the head of my dick into the middle of his rosebud. I drove my dick in until my balls slapped against him. He wiggled his ass a little, moaned, and said, “Oh, YES. Fuck ME!”I grabbed. "What's you name?" She asked after a few minutes."Eh? Oh! Jon. Sorry I got carried away stroking Buster here." He stopped the stroking and returned her gaze."His name's Brute; I thought it apt; my name's Cindy."Jon almost, but not quite, commented on the aptness of her name, remembering the dolls his sister used to have. He managed to stifle the words before they left his tongue."Fancy a coffee Jon?" She asked; her head tilted to one side as if she were waiting for sand to fall out of her. He groaned with sadness and non existent patience when he noticed I had stopped and I smiled. I thought over whether or not I should make him beg for it and decided against it. I finally grabbed the base of his cock and flicked the tip with my tongue. He groaned in pleasure and I took the whole head of his cock in my mouth. I thrusted it in and out, gradually taking more and more till I was deep throating him. I could taste his pre cum, hear his breathing stutter and every single moan turned me. ‘Think you can take me, cunt?’ ‘Scuse me?’ ‘Call Of Duty. You said you played.’ ‘Oh. Shit. Yeah, I mean… for real. Let’s go.’ He pointed at his dirty plate and I stacked it on mine (stupid, stupid) while Blake wiped his hands on this brown crusty patch on one of the couch cushions. I scraped everyone’s offcuts and bones into the Insinkerator and squirted dishwashing liquid onto the plates and scrubbing them. The Insinkerator was loud and it made me jump, like Blake was behind me with his saw..