And when I finally raised my head up off of his softening dick, I tried my best to act like my having just taken Chris’s massive wad of freshly-ejaculated sperm inside of my mouth was "no big deal." At the same time, every fiber in my body was screaming for me to spit out what was left of the salty, yucky-tasting sperm. But I just kept swallowing over and over again, as I tried to get rid of the horrible taste, as best as I could. I didn't want Chris to think that I wasn't "man enough" to tolerate having his sperm in my mouth. Throughout all of this discomfort that had been caused by Chris's massive ejaculation into my mouth, my own penis had quickly gone almost completely limp, and I was definitely not in the mood to have more sex. So when Chris finally pulled his pants back up, and then tried to get me to pull my pants back down, so that he could suck my dick for the second time that night, I talked him out of it, by telling him that I wasn't feeling horny anymore. And I convinced him that it would be best for us to just go ahead and leave The Pit. Chris and I didn’t say a word to each other while we were making that half-mile-long walk home together that night from The Pit, with the lingering petite taste of each other's sperm in our mouths. Chris walked with me all the way to my house, before he left to walk back to his own house, which was about a quarter mile away from asian mine, in the same neighborhood. Now, here's the last crucial part of my first-ever adult-style sexual encounter story that I "conveniently neglected" to tell my wife, Bea, during my original confession to her: When Chris and I arrived at the front porch of my house, he finally broke the awkward silence between us, when he very quietly asked me, "Well, did you enjoy getting your dick sucked?" I quickly whispered back to him, "Yes, I enjoyed it very much. Did you enjoy sucking it?" "Hell, yes! Your dick really turned me on. Did you like my dick?" Chris asked, still whispering. cumshot "Oh, yeah! Your dick really turned me on small japanese too," I candidly confessed, feeling like such a queer, for admitting something like that to my best friend. And of course, by this point, I was also seriously questioning my own heterosexuality. "That's great! So do you want to have sex again sometime?" Chris asked. Those words coming out of Chris's mouth hit me like a rock. I had previously thought that our sexual encounter together down in The Pit was supposed to be a one-shot deal. A one-time, friend-on-friend dick-sucking experiment, if you will. That's what Chris had implied, when he had originally asked me if I would let him suck my dick. And now, here I was, being confronted head-on with the "totally-unexpected news" that Chris was wanting to continue having a sexual relationship with me. I really didn't know what to say to Chris, even though it was the type of question that only needed a simple "yes" or "no" answer. I didn't want to tell Chris "yes," because in my mind, that would have been like admitting to him that I was a homosexual. And I just couldn't do that--even if it were true, which is wasn't.But I also didn't want to tell him "no," because I realized that sharing my sexuality with Chris down in The Pit had turned out to be a much better alternative to not sharing my sexuality with anyone at all. I ask only that you consider petite my request in the spirit it is meant," Mrs. Hoopenlicker saw the first flush of desire flicker in his eyes. Jennifer led, japanese “David, I’m sorry. While everyone was enjoying the food, I began the obvious questions about how much do they small charge, could they be available as soon as tonight, is there family matters that asian they need to address, do they cumshot understand that the party begins on Friday night and will run through Sunday morning where we will feed people breakfast before sending them home. He is well. "I told you we would never hit you," he said, standing in front of her. She hugged the dusty pillow, and looked back down at her feet. “Oh, god,” she moaned as we reached the bottom of the stairs. As usual, Dakota had everything set up. Now I am giving you the chance to do so again, only this time you better do it right," Juliana smiled gently. As we pull away Heather comments, “we can go to your place.” “Nope I say, we have another stop.” A few minutes later we pull up in front of the Blue Oyster. The bell went and as Brian classmates left the room she caught his attention and asked to speak with him ‘privately’. Yes, we would love the others, but what Furia and I had was special. They met at an upscale restaurant near the university. Julia was dressed in white robes, the sigil of the Holy Mother embroidered on her cowl, a whip in her right hand. 8========D<