I could barely move, but I wanted to give Terry the same kind of gaycom pleasure she had
just given me. I asked her to sit on my face. She smiled, stripped off her
pants and her blood-red lace panties.
"Any trick of my brothers is a trick of
mine gaycom," he said. "Where were you last night?" Carl, the name of my bed
partner, asked his brother. "Oh Bruce wanted to have some fun ... and I thought it
was time to pay the rent anyway."
Bruce, thought John, had the luckiest life of anyone.
He rubbed it all over my cock and balls, and
down between my legs. "Please rub some into my cock too, Sir," he
asked. I slowly rubbed it all over his cock and balls.
He had his cock in his hand
and was stroking it. "you sure?" he said. Chance didn't answer.
It was warm, wet, tautly smooth and
solid. John moaned, still softly, and slid his hands around the
back of my neck. I thought he wanted me to suck him deeper and I
tried to swallow the whole length of his shaft, I couldn't, so I
sucked all around the tip, running gaycom my tongue around the firm ridge
there as he had done to mine.
