You sidle into it and grab the pole, snuggling your hand between a dark brown, muscular hand with a gold band encircling the fourth finger, and a slen...er, red nailed, pale hand with a floral tattoo peeking out beneath shirt cuffs. The slick silver pole feels cool and metallic in your palm. The person across from you yawns and the stench of stale coffee-breath splashes your face. “God, I hate this!” you mutter. The eye of your neighbor flinches towards you then resumes skimming a four-folded. The smell of my cum must have triggered something in my hidden lover as well because, quite suddenly, he groaned and ejaculated the first jet of semen dramatically into my mouth. Although not entirely unanticipated, or unwelcome, it was such a shock to find him spraying his load over my tongue, that I actually jumped, a tiny squeak of surprised joy leaping un rehearsed form my throat. As his cock slipped from between my lips, a second, much more powerful blast splashed across my face and before. You are a good boy. You want to be a good boy. Right?" "Yes. Good boy. I am a good by." "You want to be my good white boy don't you? You want me to tell you are good. It feels great to be good. Your cock is getting hard just thinking about being good isn't it?" "Yes. Getting hard. Being good getting hard." "Good white boy. You want more to drink?" "Yes please." Smiling Trevor opened the liquid again and offered Nathan the glass. This time Nathan gulped down two large sips. He coughed. Ek din meri kismat chamak hi gyi. Ma chat se bhabi ko ghur rha tha. Tbhi unhone mujhe ishare se mobile dikhate huye bulaya. Shayad phone me kuch gadbadi thi. Ma apni fmily se chupta hua unke ghr chla gya. Andar jate hi unka gora or 32-28-34 ka husan mere samne tha. Or mera 6.6 inch ka lund phunkare maar rha tha. Mn kr rha tha ki abhi is randi ki gaand maaar lu.Phir unhone mujhe phone thik krne ko kha. Mane dekha ki phone me koi problem nhi thi. Fir ma unse raja bhaiya kr baare ma baat krne lga..