The practical upshot is that I made friends with Dave Prescott, an older man, an English teacher who taught mostly honors Senior English Lit. He was a...gifted and inspiring teacher.In one of those right-place-right-time moments, another part of my life was born.Dave and I were having lunch together one day, a Wednesday as I recall. I'd been teaching for about four years at that point. I mentioned I liked writing, and I read prodigious numbers of books. We discussed the craft of writing for. "He made me cum on his dick by the fifth pump."Hearing my wife describe how another man just made her cum less than one hundred feet away drove me up a wall. My dick was leaking precum and aching to be inside her."Really? All it took was five pumps and he made you cum?" I asked, in disbelief.My wife laid her hands on the table with her fingers overlapping making a large circle."Are you serious?" I gasped, under my breath.She leaned toward me, whispering in my ear, "He's so fucking huge!"My dick. I knelt on the cushion and got ready to suck cock. My mouth started watering as I could hear Sandy who was at the first start to slurp on the first cock. Jack acted as time keeper and every sixty seconds he would tap on the wall to signal the guys to move to the next whole. I saw Jenny open her mouth and take huge black cock into her mouth and down her throat. That monster had to belong to Shawn. Another tap on the wall and the black cock was in front of me and I started sucking. Another tap. “aw Christ,” I groaned.“Huh?”“I said, yes, it’s nice!” and smiled, but I think she knew that was bullshit too! “Ah, Sweetie? Are you almost done here?”“What’s the matter? You don’t like spending time with me?”(Oh shit… here it comes. That ‘boo-hoo woe is me bullshit’ that always gets me. Why do we guys keep falling for that anyway?)“No! Oh, no, Sweetie… it’s not that, really! I just thought if you’re going to be here awhile, I’ll go over to the sporting goods department; maybe swing by.