I chose to head to Dallas to visit my best friend, let’s call him Shane. xxx sex It just happened, honest.”
I laughed it off and said, “No worries man, shit happens. Should I make a move? I could feel his cock pulsing. Despite the distance, (I’m about 10 hours away) we remained close. After all those thoughts, (and I’m sure the abundance of weed in my system had a part to play) only 2 words popped in my head: Fuck it. I kept taking more of it in now, filling my mouth with inch after inch of his hard cock. I never tasted cum before, but I was too in the moment to care. He tossed and turned for a few seconds, which made me freeze instantly. Yes, I know nobody gives a shit, and you just want the action now, but fuck you. I left my hand wrapped around his cock, I couldn’t move. After the roommates, we’ll call them Jerry and Lance, got home from work, we smoked ALOT that night. Shane was a “typical rocker.” He had tattoos all over, very thin with long curly hair, and wore nothing but clothing that was related to music somehow. Normal, right? More specifically, right on top of my covered cock.
