“I’ve been thinking about how good your mouth felt” he told me. I wasn’t going to wait for an engraved invitation, so I reached over and put ...is cock in my hand. It was hot, it was heavy, it was thick and starting to engorge. I slowly jacked my hand over his cock, cupping his balls with the other hand, as he grew harder, and I could hear his heavy breathing. “Yeah,” he almost whispered, “suck it. You need it too, don’t you?!” How could I argue with his logic? I leaned down and put his. "Jenny, just accept it. Right now, all you can do is upset Morgana and Lance, and they don't deserve that."I drove off and headed back to my hotel. The emotional backlash that Jenny had thrown at me shocked and dismayed me. It was like she was no longer the woman I had married ten years before. Nothing seemed to have gone right in our meeting. She made accusations that made absolutely no sense, and then demanded that I accept her actions without showing any remorse at all.I was still pondering. My pants were around my mid legs, and then he reached down and pulled them to the ground and turned me around with my back to his front. he reached around me and put his hand back on my cock and started to pull on my again, but this time very slowly. I was melted. I loved the attention.He put his mouth up next to my ear and said.....I want you to suck my cock Baby...I want to feel my cum shoot down your throat. All the while stroking me. I again nodded my head and then turned around to face him. Most people started suspecting I was gay because I haven’t had a girlfriend in a long time. Since I’m a good-looking 16 year-old, it should be normal that I try to get pussy whenever possible, but I don’t. When people asked me why I never date, I always gave the same answer,’Because the girls in our school are trashy sluts who only want black dicks in their mouths.’ That answer was starting to get old. My name is Mike, I’m Italian/Hispanic. I have tanned olive toned skin, chocolate brown.