After work, I would generally meet up with my buddy, his girlfriend, and others friends at a club where my buddy Dj’ed. Sometimes we would all end u... back at his place for post club night drinking. Sometimes I would pass out drunk on the couch downstairs while my buddy was upstairs fucking his girlfriend. Everybody else either already left , or had passed out long before I did. Some nights though, the girls and the others didn’t come back to my buddy’s place. Just me. I’d smoke a couple joints. I stroked him a little harder, my mouth open so the cum would drip down my chin instead of being swallowed, and he finally finished.I had cum on my tongue and my lips and my chin, although most of it pooled near his belly button. I moved up and kissed him on the lips. His head jerked away, but I focused on getting his cum into his mouth, even if it was only maybe an eighth of a teaspoon. At the least, I smeared some onto his lips.“I don’t want to eat that,” he said. “Drink that. Whatever. Don’t. ”After dinner had settled, my father and I took our run; the first for over a week. Just because I was doing some intense mental work, there was no excuse for slacking off and getting unfit. Back home, I did some piano practice, wait to see if Lori would call, to tell me about her day at work. When she hadn’t called by 10pm, I assumed she was still pissed off at me, so I went to sleep.The next morning I arrived around the same time; she was still cleaning things up from breakfast so I helped. ” I showed her into the lounge and said I’d just made coffee if she wanted one. “Yes please Mike,” she said, as she sat down on the couch, “I’d love one.”As I poured the coffee, I was still puzzled by her demeanour, she didn’t seem at all angry and when I took the coffee into the lounge, she smiled up at me. “Did you enjoy the show last night Mike?” she asked as I put the mugs down on the coffee table. For a second or two I was lost for words but eventually I managed a reply. “Oh I’m sorry.