Who wouldn’t? Mark sucked my balls alternately and at the same time while finger fucking my butt. “I, ah, I might, um.”
“Not yet,” Mark said. With a hand gesture, Mark encouraged me to hurry up. I was getting head in front of a sleeping girl on my neighbor’s pool deck. It swung and bumped off my thighs on the way to the refrigerator. I turned around, leaned against the counter and arched my back, shoving out my groin. I reached under, grabbed it, pulled more of it through and rubbed it against my groin. I ate my breakfast without dropping any, but that didn’t stop me from touching the head of my dick and cradling a testicle in the cold steel. When he reached the ladder, Mark climbed it backward, facing me. I had to see if he acted differently now. Gag, gasp, pull back were all logical commands, but I yielded to whatever fueled deviant behavior and jammed more cock into my face. Mark leaned into the press of his hands and rolled his groin forward.
