For some reason, I needed the cum. I don't know if it was more of a physical or mental desire, but I knew that if I ate it, it would relieve the crav...ng. "Drink it!" There was no choice now. Steve's command overrode any objections my mind was putting up. I drank the cum. Every last drop. It was sticky, gluey, salty and slippery, but my stomach wasn't objecting. He laughed. A long laugh, as though the whole situation was a great joke. I didn't find it that funny. "What have you done to. He invariably rose to the occasion and fucked her furiously as she told of her latest coupling(s). When it became apparent that Tom, and their sex life, thrived on her enjoyment of other lovers, she became receptive to a more permanent relationship and they married after graduation.Tom not only accepted and enjoyed her fucking other guys (and also her brothers when circumstances permitted) but occasionally came up with scenarios to make it even more interesting. One notable example was the time. I had been thinking that I hadn't seen him for about a year, now I realised that it was nearly two years.I took him to the Black Swan for a drink, it wouldn't have been fair to join the usual TGI drink, too many faces for TJ to remember. At the pub he went down another step in my estimation, he wanted to drink lager!I couldn't resist showing my disgust, "Since when have you drunk lager? Fucking traitor to the cause." Oh, I just took to it about eighteen months ago, and it slips down easily and. “Oh Hi Tim, you OK?”“Cool thanks Pops,” answered the fourteen-year-old bespectacled youth, entering with a sniff, the incessant sniff and the equally non-stop nudge of his wired glasses up his nose.His grandmother peered closely at the lad as he entered the kitchen, noticing how he had started to grow some facial hair, then reached for a glass for him. Tim peered closely at her huge nipple bulges through the thin almost threadbare, pale grey, sweaty, outsize vest she had stretched over her.