I was touched. I helped him regain some of his credibility afterwards by engaging him in chatter, jokes and banter with some playful brotherly pushing...and shoving back and forth. I had met a few of his friends in previous years, and he introduced me to the rest. One of them asked if I was his brother. Charlie replied, “No. He’s much better than a brother.” I love this kid.It turned out that Charlie’s mum, Ruth, couldn’t attend because of work, which went some way to explaining his reaction. It. Do you understand?”I nodded my head, and by then I had realised what was going to happen and my pussy was oozing, but the Greek god of love was too close to the Greek god of fertility. I guessed that Riley was involved in that choice.Matt led me by the leash, with the others close by, down the street and to a pub near 2 students halls of residence. It wasn’t the nicest of pubs on the outside and I guessed that the place would be nearly dead when the students went home for the holidays.As we. Then I will put the finger into my mouth sucking on it and tasting my own cum. Occasionally this has led to me laying on my back to insure I can blast my load into my own face, or positioning myself almost upside down with my dick inches above my mouth for a self-facial…feeling each powerful spurt blasting against my skin, tasting my cum and feeling semen running down my chin onto my neck. So far, I have only had the pleasure of tasting my own cum…and I love it. As a cum lover, I am quite. I had visions of rowdy parties and people coming and going at all hours, but to me relief they were fairly quiet, so much so that I hardly knew they were there. They did have one party, but they had the courtesy to pop a note through my door saying that it was someone's birthday, and that they hoped I wouldn't be too disturbed.But then, one Saturday evening, things changed. It was very hot and sultry, and all the windows were open. I was just settling down to work, when there was a sudden blast.