Well, something inside of me said, “Go ahead” and, well, he did. Before I knew what was happening I was bound and being spanked, and loving it, be...ause he kept reminding me of my erection. It was also obvious that this binding of me was something that he wanted as well. I could tell this from his erection. His penis was a much bigger version of mine and it was a very nice sight, dangling in front of my face-I’m sure he wanted to see what I would do with it-well I didn’t let him down as I opened. He wasn't picking me up when he invited me over. He invited me over because he was lonely.Damn. I could be a real dumbass sometimes."So, uh, where's your family?" I asked.I should have known that was not the right thing to ask. James's handsome face darkened and he stared straight ahead when he answered."My parents passed away when I was really young," he replied. "My brother raised me. He's in Houston now. We don't really talk any more."I didn't have to ask why James and his brother didn't. Yes. I kept the box truck after the plague. The motel manager survived and sold me the truck for such a small amount of money that it made sense to keep it. So, I spent a little getting it in better condition and now had it when I needed it most.We chugged down to BJ’s Warehouse and bought everything in sight that we might need in a prolonged period of governmental collapse. The bunker I’d built in the cave already had all the weapons and ammunition we’d ever need, but we stocked up on several. Besides, Miya had her arm across my chest and I couldn't move without rousing her anyway. The feeling was exquisite and I knew I would be blasting off soon. I held off just because the feeling was outstanding. This without a doubt was the best blow job I'd ever gotten. I couldn't help but thrust up each time that mouth came down. I knew I was a goner when my cock went down into her throat. I'd experienced many blow jobs but I'd never been deep throated like this before. Even the one 10,000.