I was not sure what Tom was thinking. The younger kids were put to bed in their own tent, and the adults picked up the party pace from the night befor.... I was bored with the fire, and thinking of a good reason to turn in early. Tom was poking the burning logs with a broken branch when my aunt suggested we go hit the showers. She said we would be packing it all up the next morning, and she did not want to smell us in the car for the long ride back to their house. Tom and I looked at each other,. We still send each other Christmas cards, not that it matters.On both sides of the family, I am first-born of the generation, I do have one brother, and a number of cousins. It was the funeral of a cousin's in-law that I had attended, and because that in-law, an older woman, had been very gracious in the aftermath of the car accident that killed my parents, I felt I should be present at her funeral. So I drove the several hundred miles to another small town, this one east of Utica, found myself. Besides, I still felt a lot of the same affection I'd given him back when I thought he really was a cat. For a while I wondered whether it was genuine or just something he'd instilled in me with his evident mind-bending abilities, and I searched through my head mightily for any indications. Finally, though, I decided it didn't matter. He'd shown himself able to manipulate me a good bit, but he hadn't wrought any basic changes; I was still the same Nick Volker I'd been before. So while he might. Not that I was complaining - I really enjoyed his throbbing black meat filling my mouth. But this was the first time I was throat fucked by a huge black guy. He held my hand in his huge palms and was moving it up and down on his black rod. Our home video made him so horny he was fucking my mouth like a pussy. Of course, I couldn’t get all his huge cock into my mouth. But with my hand, I managed to cover it all and I was hoping with the huge amount of saliva I let out from between my lips I made.