Gays of Our Lives: Book 3 (Chapter 51-75)

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****Scene 1: Mike’s POV**********************

Smith Residence, 152 Magnolia Street, 

The final day of classes for most students at HU was the day before Thanksgiving. This day was reserved for last minute exams and exam retakes. But some people (Eric and myself included) didn’t have classes on that day so we used that day to make the travel back to our home. Because we lived just a few miles away in town Eric and I didn’t have to drive too far.

Eric and I spent the night before Thanksgiving at his house and we used his bed for something that it hadn’t been used for in several months. That was sweet passionate love. As soon as Eric’s door shut behind us the clothes came off (i.e. we ripped the clothes off) and we collapsed naked onto the bed. First he fucked me and then I fucked him (his ass still sore from the pounding I gave him the other night), and then he fucked me again. And then he pulled his dick out of me and he came on my chest and then I climbed on top of him and came down his throat. It was so hot!

After that we laid in Eric’s bed holding onto each other in tight loving embrace. We made love all night long but we scarcely made a sound, Eric’s hands lightly held over my lips and my own over his. We did this so as to not disturb Eric’s mother and brother who were sleeping mere feet away from the room where we were fucking like two dogs in heat.

The following morning……Thanksgiving day, Eric’s mother fixed as breakfast. She made Chocolate chip Pancakes with a glass of orange juice for us. To say that it was delicious was an understatement. It was like heaven.

“I hope you like chocolate-chip pancakes Michael.” Eric’s mother smiled, as she laid a plate of perfectly round exquisite looking pancakes before me.

“Thank you Mrs Smith!” I smiled back at her. “I love them.”

“Tell me how you like them.” Mrs Smith smiled.

“Mmmmmm these pancakes are really good!” I cried. “These are actually the best Chocolate-Chip Pancakes I have ever eaten. Ever!” This wasn’t a lie because I had never actually eaten Chocolate-Chip Pancakes before

I’m glad to hear it.” She replied, turning around to fiddle with the stove.

“Wow Eric you’re mom makes amazing pancakes.” I whispered as I scoffed up another pancake. “It looks like you’re not the only Smith to make my mouth water.”

“Dude,” Eric laughed loudly….

“What’s so funny?” Eric’s mother asked, spinning around to face us again.

“Nothing mom.” Eric laughed. “Mike was just talking with is mouth full. And I laughed because he looked so cute trying to talk with his mouth full.”

“So what are you guys doing for Thanksgiving this year Mrs. Smith?” I added, having just finishing my last pancake.

“Well given our current financial situation Aiden and I were planning on staying home and eating some Turkey I bought the other day.”

“Eric’s going to be spending this Thanksgiving with my family and I would love it if his mother and his brother would spend Thanksgiving with my family. We all would.”

“I’m not sure it would be right for us to intrude on a private family moment.” Mrs. Smith protested. “I think it would be best if we didn’t intrude on your family’s Thanksgiving.”

“Mrs Chandler as many times as I’ve spent here at your home you have every right to spend a dinner at mine.” I smiled. “Besides we are family now….I’m married to Eric and I would love for you to come have Thanksgiving dinner with us. It really wouldn’t be an intrusion.”

“Michael the offer is really sweet……but I don’t think…” she began.

“Mom just accept the offer.” Eric laughed. “He’s not going to relent until you agree to him. Trust me I know. He’s a persistent little Fuc……”

“Ok fine.” Mrs. Smith smiled. “Michael we would love to come to your family’s Thanksgiving dinner.

“I promise you it will be Thanksgiving you won’t forget.” I smiled.

Suddenly my phone began to vibrate. I opened the message…. It was from my mom telling me to meet her back at the house as soon as possible. After kissing Eric goodbye and hugging my new mother-in-law goodbye I hurried over to the harbor.

Taking the launch over to the island I soon found myself knock on my own door waiting for someone to open it for me.

To my surprise my mother answered the door and threw her arms around me. “Oh there you are.” My mother exclaimed as she hugged me. “And a Happy thanksgiving my darling!”

“It doesn’t smell like Thanksgiving in here!” I cried.

“Oh sure it does sweetheart….. Fall is in the air. You can smell the leaves and the pine.”

“I skipped going over to Eric’s house because you said that the food was almost ready. But I don’t see any food.”

“Good god, you didn’t think I would be preparing this Thanksgiving dinner?” my mother laughed, as she released me from the tight embrace.

“No I didn’t except that at all…..but I thought the food would at least be in the process of being done.”

“The food is going to be ready in a few hours…..your grandmother is in the kitchen right now overseeing Cook as he prepares the meal.”

“Mother why did you want me to come over here so early? You know we never eat Thanksgiving this early before…..And I thought Cook had the day off this Thanksgiving…”

“He does but he decided to come in extra early so he could help us get started on the meal.” my mother added. “But the reason why I wanted you to come over there’s something that I thought we could all do as a family….”

“Are you sure didn’t have something to do with Cook suddenly deciding to stay here and cook for us instead of going home to his own family? And what is this thing that you wanted us all to do together?”

“I didn’t have anything to do with Cook deciding to come in on his day-off to cook for us.” My mother smiled innocently. “But that’s beside the point……Today Chandler Industries is hosting a charity event to help feed the needy at Lila’s Coffee Shop down on the harbour and I expect for you and your brother and sister to come.”

“Why?” I asked. As much as it pains me to say it my mother doesn’t have a kind bone in her body so going around in a hair net handing out helpings of food to the uncouth common folk as she called them was not her idea. Not her idea in the slightest.

“Why? My mother repeated. “Why? Because it’s the right thing to do. Our family has so much the least we could do is give something to those less fortunate then ourselves. This time of year is the season for giving after all.”

“Mother who are you kidding? You don’t care about that. Actually you don’t care about any of that. I didn’t even know you liked the holiday season. Admit it mother this is just some self-serving stunt to get publicity for Chandler!”

“Darling as much as I would like to take the credit for this wonderful idea this wasn’t even my idea. And it wasn’t even your grandfather’s idea either. Your grandmother suggested we do it and if we manage to get higher publicity for Chandler while in the process of feeding the less fortunate it’s a win-win for all those involved.”

“Sure.”

****Scene 2: Eric’s POV**********************

Lila’s Coffee Shop, 16 Wharf Street, 

After Michael left to go see his mother he told me that he was going to be feeding the homeless with his family during the afternoon. After changing into some warmer clothes I made my way down to the docks where a line of homeless and needy people were lining up to get good home cooked meals served at Lila’s…..A coffee shop frequented by many Harmony citizens including myself. Before I arrived I texted my husband to let him know that I was on the way. He met me just outside Lila’s

“I’m so glad you could come.” He smiled, as he jumped up and hugged me almost knocking me down to the ground.”

“Babe I wouldn’t miss it.” I smiled back at him, glancing into his eyes. Looking at him I could see that doing this for the less fortunate really meant a lot to him. “Baby are the others on the way.”

“Yeah, Kayla and Kevin should be here any minute now.” Mike added. “And I think Jake might make an appearance too.”

“Oh that’s good to hear.” I smiled. “I’ve noticed that he’s been feeling a little down ever since he and Brett broke up this summer.”

“Happy Thanksgiving my sweetheart!” Michael’s grandmother cried as she walked over to where Mike and I were standing. She threw her arms around him and hugged him.

“Hello Mrs. C!” I smiled, slowly backing away.

“Don’t think you’re getting away that easy.” Grandmother Chandler smiled as she reached around and grabbed me in a hug too. Soon enough she was squeezing the life out of both of us. “I missed you Michael and you too Eric………my new grandson-in-law.”

“Victor look who is here…..Our darling grandson!” she smiled, motioning for Mr. Chandler to come over to where we were standing. Victor Chandler had a bright green apron with the words Chandler Family Foundation printed in bold. He also had a hair net on as well. I never thought a business tycoon like him would ever be caught dead giving out food to the homeless. You would have to have been there to see it; it was truly a sight to see him in his apron and hair net.

“My Goodness isn’t this a wonderful surprise to see you again and on Thanksgiving at that.” Victor exclaimed. “And you brought you’re husband too……..it’s good to see you again Eric.”

“It is good to see you too Mr. Chandler.” I gulped……. He might have a soft spot for me because I’m married to his favourite grandchild but that doesn’t make him any less intimidating especially for a guy only just reached manhood within a few years.

“I bet you two are the ole regular big man on campus.” Victor laughed.

“Yeah,” Mike laughed back…..hugging his grandfather. “Happy Thanksgiving Granddad!”

“Happy Thanksgiving!”

“Hey Mike! Hey Eric! Hey Mr. and Mrs Chandler!” a familiar voice from behind said. I turned to see that it was Kayla and she was accompanied by Kevin, Jake, and even Haley.

“Happy Thanksgiving Kayla and Kevin! Happy Thanksgiving Jake and Haley!” I cried. “We’ve all been waiting for you guys. Were glad you could make it!”

“I know that’s right………because the party doesn’t start until I arrive. So now we can get this party started!” Haley giggled.

“Girl it’s not that kind of party.” Kayla frowned. “Were not going to be partying were going to be feeding the needy and the less fortunate like Michael said in the text. Duh.”

“Ughhh fine.” Haley grunted. “Ok fine let’s get this over with then. I have other things to do today and if you guys don’t mind I’d rather not spend it here around a bunch of smelly people who can’t get a job.”

“Oh my god! Haley don’t say that!” Kayla yelled. “We all have to wait anyway because Mike’s sister Emily is the one bringing the food here.”

“Well where the hell is she?” Haley laughed, as Kayla handed her a hair net. “What is that?”

“It’s a hair net…..you have to wear it.” I added.

“I’m not wearing that.” Haley declared.

“Yes you are.” Kayla ordered. “This is not the time to think about yourself.”

“But it’s so ugly!!!” Haley pleaded.

“Who cares?” I laughed. “It’s just a hair net not a fashion statement.”

A few minutes later Mike’s sister Emily arrived…….minutes filled with Haley whining and complaining about why we had invited her to some event that didn’t have party in its name.

“Hey guys sorry about arriving late……traffic was crazy.” Emily began as she rushed into the kitchen door around the back of Lila’s. Her hands were filled bags and more bags…..with enough food to feed an entire army.

“Ok there’s good news and there’s bad news.” She added. “Do you guys want the bad news or the good news first?”

“Either one is fine.”

“Ok well first off I’ll give you the bad news the place that we hired to cater for this charity ran out of Turkey!” Emily continued.

“Oh no.” Mrs. Chandler gasped.

“But the good news is that I found the next best thing……” she said as she pulled out what appeared to be a burger.

“What’s that burgers?” Mike laughed. “We can’t give these people hamburgers for Thanksgiving.”

“No silly these are not hamburgers they’re Turkey-burgers!” Emily smiled. “They are better for you then hamburgers too, so we will actually be helping these people out by giving the some healthy burgers.”

After everything was set up we opened the doors of Lila’s and all manner of people started streaming into the shop to get their plate of food. All in all I think we fed close to 300 well-deserving people that afternoon and that doesn’t include the people who came back for seconds and thirds and so forth.

“I think we need to do something about him.” Kayla whispered into Michael’s ear. But it was loud enough for me and Kevin to hear. “Something about who? Who is he?”

“Shhhhh!” Kayla said shushing me. “I was talking about Jake. Look at him, when we were at college and he was so happy and now he’s back home and now he’s moping around. We need to do something……we have to help him find his way back to Brett.”

“What are we going to do?” Kevin whispered. “Jake won’t even tell us why they broke up to begin with. We should just leave it alone before we make things worse.”

“Kev, it’s a little too late for that….” Kayla giggled.

“Why is that?”

“Because she already called Brett and he’s probably on the way here right now.” Haley added.

“Kayla you have got to stop matchmaking people’s lives.” Kevin replied. “Jake is not going to like this at all. He doesn’t even want to be here.”

****Scene 3: Kayla’s POV**********************

Lila’s Coffee Shop, 16 Warf Street, 

By the time we had cleared the Coffee shop of all the people it was just after 2:00 p.m. We stayed in Lila’s for a few extra minutes cleaning the place up and trying to get through to Jake. I knew that if we pressed him enough times Jake would eventually open up to us. We were his friends after all and we only wanted the best for us.

“Jake what are you doing after this?” I asked. “Do you have any Thanksgiving plans?”

“Not really no.” Jake sighed. “I’m just going to spend the rest of the day watching the Redskins and Cowboys game like millions of my fellow Americans. There isn’t nothing better than watching some hunky footballers toss around the old pigskin.”

“So you’re not going to do anything this Thanksgiving?!” I cried.

“Yeah what else can I do? It’s not like my family is getting together this Thanksgiving. My parents are getting a divorce and my father’s moving out, my older siblings are blaming my mother and my younger siblings don’t even understand what’s going on. And it’s all my fault.

“Jake how could it be your fault?” Mike asked, trying to comfort his best friend. “How could you think like that?”

“Because it is.” Jake yelled. “I’m the product of my mother’s adulterous affair with Eric’s father and every time my father looks at me he’ll see that betrayal. Over and over again. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Jake it’s not your fault…..” a voice said from behind us. It was Brett….

“Brett?! What are you doing here?” Jake gasped.

“I’m here because Kayla called me to come and speak to you. I want you to know that I love you and I don’t want you to ever feel like you are to blame for what happened between your parents.”

“Why not?!” Jake cried. “If I wasn’t born my parents wouldn’t be getting a divorce and they still be together.”

“You don’t know that Jake. None of us know that because we aren’t psychic but I do know that you will not be alone anymore because we will all be here for you. We all love you Jake!” Brett continued.

“Cue the music Kayla.” Brett added.

“You’re not alone, you’re not alone anymore, you’re not alone.” Kayla sang along to the soft melody. “You’re not alone anymore.”

“I know you think there’s no way out……Like you’ve been living in the dark!” Brett continued.

“Go head Brett! You should go be on the Voice!” Haley giggled. “Sing your heart out!”

“But you have to feel alone anymore!” Brett sang.

“I know you’re reaching up for the skies.” Brett and I both sang harmonizing our voices. “And you keep searching for that light……….But you don’t have to search anymore! We’ll be the hands to hold you up…….We’ll be the eyes to help you see.”

“We are here, we are now, we are one!” All of us joining in the song to help cheer Jake up. “You are the strength inside our hearts. You are the reason we believe. We are here. We are now. We are one!”

“You’re not alone…..You’re not alone….You’re not alone anymore.” I sang.

“You’re not alone. You’re not alone. You’re not alone anymore” We all sang along. “We’ll be the hands to hold you up. We’ll be the eyes to help you see. We are here. We are now. We are one!”

By now Jake was nearly in tears as we circled around him singing to him. “You are the strength inside our hearts. You are the reason we believe! We are here. We are now. We are one!

“You’re not alone! You’re not alone! You’re not alone anymore!” Brett sang

“You’re not alone! You’re not alone! You’re not alone anymore!” We all sang. “We’ll be the hands to hold you up. We’ll be the eyes to help you see. We are here. We are now. We are one!

“You are the strength inside our hearts, you are the reason we believe! We are here. We are now. We are one!”

“You’re not alone.” Brett sang……the song reaching its end. “You’re not alone anymore! You’re not alone anymore! You’re not alone anymore!”

“Brett do you here the lyrics in this song?” I asked. “Brett means every word. I mean every word. We all mean it……Even Haley means it. Because we love you and we just want you to be happy. Please come to my house for Thanksgiving.”

“Ok fine.” Jake sighed. “You guys are a real pain in the ass but I do love you guys.” He smiled, as we surrounded him and covered him with hugs and kisses.

****Scene 4: Mike’s POV**********************

Chandler Mansion, Raven Hill Island, Harmony

While Kayla, Jake, and Kevin went off to Kevin’s house to celebrate Thanksgiving, Eric and I went back to my home to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family. We picked up his mother and brother before we made our way back to the harbor where we took the launch back to the island. When we finally arrived back at the house we noticed that there still wasn’t that fresh Thanksgiving smell. That good old Turkey smell.

By that time Cook had long since departed our house to be with his own family. Who can blame him? My family can be a handful at times and I happen to be one of them. For some odd reason Eric, my sister and I made it back to the house before the others did. We walked into the dining room and the table was already set with wide assortment of food to make your mouth water. Cornbread, green-bean casserole, Cranberry sauce, Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, Buttermilk rolls and so on.

But still no Turkey…..

“Emily where is the Turkey at?”

“It should be in the oven, I think they put it in there before we left to go to Lila’s.” Emily shrugged. “It should still be in there.”

Opening the oven door I peered inside and pulled out a cold Turkey. The thing was still partly frozen and looked like it hadn’t been cooked in all that time. “Did someone turn the oven on?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because it’s frozen solid that’s why!” I laughed. “What are we going to do? The other people are going to be here any minute. We can’t have Thanksgiving without a Turkey.”

“Mike relax we can just deep fry it. We can look up how to do it on the internet. It will probably only take about an hour or so.

An hour later my grandparents and parents and the rest of my family arrived back at the mansion. We greeted them and we exchanged pleasantries to one another. “What’s that smell?” my mother cried.

“The turkey!” we all cried, running in the direction to the kitchen. The room was covered in smoke and all that smoke was coming from the stove. A stove that had entrapped a flame. A fiery flame that had blackened our Thanksgiving turkey……. “Quick somebody get the fire extinguisher!” my father cried.

Once he had the fire extinguisher he sprayed it all over the oven. Next he grabbed some oven mitts and reached his hands inside the oven and pulled out a big black thing that at once been our Thanksgiving Turkey. “What the hell did you guys do?”

“We deep fried the Turkey because it was still frozen.” Emily began. “We didn’t know this would happen.”

“You can’t deep-fry a frozen turkey!” our mother exclaimed. “Or something like this might happen…..What are we going to do? We can’t go out to get another Turkey? ITS TOO LATE!!!”

“Mom, dad. We don’t need any dry turkeys anyway.” Emily laughed. “Besides I know the number of several good pizza places. Pezzullo’s delivers fresh pizza in under twenty minutes.”

Emily ordered the pizza and sure enough less than twenty minutes later a Pizza man had arrived delivering several boxes of pizza. I had never seen so much pizza in my life before.

Once we were all seated around the dinner table we said a quick prayer before we prepared to go around the room and talk about what we were thankful for.

“Well I guess I’ll start first.” I began. “I’m thankful for my friends and family and I’m thankful to share this Thanksgiving with you all.”

“I’m thankful to be married to such a wonderful and caring man as Michael. I love him so much….and I love being a part of his family as well.”

Next it was my mother’s turn. “I for one am very thankful that we didn’t have to call the Fire Marshal to come put out a raging fire.”

“I’m also thankful that my grandchildren didn’t burn down half the house.” My grandfather laughed loudly. “That would have been very bad.”

“Victor don’t joke like that they could have been injured!” my grandmother cried. “I’m thankful times like these that we can spend with loved ones. And going along with the theme of the day I’ll also say that I’m thankful for the incense we used to mask the smell of burnt turkey.”

“Ok I’m thankful for nine inch hells making so that I never have to feel short when standing next to anyone.” My sister Emily laughed. “Also I’m thankful that we didn’t burn down the house like Grandad said.”

Next my little brother Wesley remarked about how he was thankful because of all this pizza and that he didn’t like turkey anyway.” We all laughed because he’s only five….

Finally it was Mrs. Smith’s turn to speak….”I’m thankful for my children and for this wonderful delivered holiday meal. I’m also thankful to be here with all of you.”

After that we took a couple pictures to remember the happy times…..We did this because by the following day we would all be back to our dysfunctional selves. Got to love the holidays, I know I do because they bring my family members together so they can stop fighting for at least a day.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang we all walked from the dining room into the Living room before reaching the foyer.. “I wonder who that could be?” my mother asked as she walked from the Living room into the foyer to go answer the door. She answered the door and gasped. “Charlotte what are you doing here?”

Charlotte stepped into the house, she was carrying our son little Johnny in her hands. I was very happy to see my son, especially on the holidays.

“What are you doing here is right?” my grandfather growled. “You know you’re not welcome in this house!” Clearly my grandfather was no fan of Charlotte and he definitely hadn’t gotten over the devious ways in which she had conceived his great-grandchild.

“Uh…uh my parents are out of town and I was wondering if I could spend Thanksgiving with you guys.” She half-smiled. “I brought Johnny over so he could see his grandparents.”

“Good you can just leave my grandson here for the night and I’m certain you can find your way out of here and back to the mainland.” My grandfather retorted.

“Victor!” my grandmother cried. “Child please come in… Don’t mind him he always gets grumpy around this time of year. I’m certain I speak for everyone here when I say that we would love to have you here. Oh and you brought our sweet grandbaby here.”

“He’s grown since the last time.” My Grandmother smiled as she held my son in her arms. “You look so much like your father when he was a baby. Goochy goo. Goochy goo.”

“Michael I hope you don’t mind me being here.” Charlotte whispered.

“I don’t mind…….and how could I? We are going to be in each other’s lives we share a son. Besides why would I mind you coming over and bringing my number one guy here?” I smiled as I raised my hand for Johnny to slap. “Can you clap daddy’s hand? Clap daddy’s hand.”

He clapped my hand, bringing a smile to my face. “Good boy!”

“You’re such a natural with him.” Charlotte smiled.

“Yeah he really is good with kids.” Eric chuckled.

****Scene 5: Mike’s POV**********************

Chandler Mansion, Raven Hill Island, Harmony

As night fell we prepared to go to bed. I led Eric upstairs to my bedroom. In all actuality I didn’t have to lead him because he knew the way by heart. And if he didn’t I’m sure his dick did…..I think if you blindfolded Eric’s eyes, his dick could lead the way to my ass. How romantic does that sound?

“That was the best Thanksgiving ever!” Eric smiled as he sat down on my bed. “I think this Thanksgiving was even better than last year because I got to spend it with you as my husband.”

“I know right……But when we stepped into the kitchen and saw all that smoke I thought everything was ruined….but Emily saved the day.” I added.

“Yeah, that was really smart of your sister calling a pizza guy instead of trying to decorate that burnt turkey. I like my meat dark but not black!” Eric laughed.

“I thought you liked ‘dark meat’” I chuckled, he and I both aware that I was talking about the slab of meat in my pants and not some form of poultry.

“You know I do baby.” Eric smirked. “You what else I liked? When after handing out food to the homeless we sang to Jake. But how did Kayla and Brett manage to find such a wonderful and heartfelt song? How did they work it out?”

“They didn’t……Brett came in last minute and handed her this song to play on the monitor. She had never heard of that song before today.” I continued. “She did however tell me that Brett told her that he got the song from this kick-ass show about a hospital and the surrounding town that comes on ABC at around 2:00 p.m.”

“Oh you mean General…Hos...” Eric began for I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Baby we’ve been with our friends and family all day long. I don’t want to talk about them anymore. I know I already told you I was thankful to spend this holiday with you but now I want to show you.” I smiled as I gently kissed his cheek. The bushy beard that he had allowed to grow up as a result of No Shave November tickled my face. I only wish I could grow a beard like that…..I couldn’t grow facial hair if I tried…..

Not that it would help…….people would still think I was underage or still a kid in high school. Eric’s sexy beard would just have to be enough for the both of us. And it really was a sexy beard. Eric continued to kiss me as he slid his tongue into my mouth, letting our tongues swirl around in a passionate battle. As we continued to kiss passionately her hands roaming around our bodies as we made out.

Breaking away from his warm kiss I dropped off the bed falling to my knees. After that I crawled in between Eric’s legs. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down his leg….He wasn’t wearing any underwear so there was once his pants were down to his ankles there was nothing left stopping me from getting at that dick of his.

He breathed hard as I took hold of his dick in my hands. I just held it in my hands for a few seconds, I was mesmerized by his thick cock. I loved the way it felt in my hands and I liked the way it felt in my mouth even more. Holding that thing I felt like a kid in a candy shop.

Eric ever the romantic grabbed me by the hair of my head and pushed my face closer to his cock…..it nearly poking me in the eye.

“Damn dude.” I chuckled. “Don’t poke me in the eye with that thing!”

“I’m sorry babe,” Eric blushed.

After that I pounced on his cock….taking that huge thing in my mouth. I could taste his precum on my tongue and it tasted so good. Even better than the Apple pie that I had just eaten. I spent the next couple seconds slurping on his dick and coating it with saliva. Holding my hand at the base of my husband’s penis I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, swirling my tongue around his tender cockhead. All while I did this his moans and groans……sweet music to my ears. I loved hearing those sweet almost helpless moans come out of his mouth. They made me feel so good.

Every now and then I would take Eric’s dick out of my mouth and proceed to flick my tongue up and down the entire length of it until I reached his round balls. Which I would take into my mouth and suck on until he begged me to stop.

Eric continued to slide his cock in and out of my mouth as I hummed and I moaned. After a while Eric started to thrust his cock into my mouth letting it go deeper and deeper as it started to hit the back of my throat with such force that I spit up and choked a little.

Before Eric’s dick I had never had that much of one thing in my mouth. But after a year being nearly inseparable I really could not get enough of it as I continued to suck on that thick pole of his.

“Oh baby,” Eric groaned, resting his hands on my head. “I’m seconds away from cumming. I can’t wait to fill your mouth my seed.”

“Baby I love to take your seed.” I smiled as I swirled my tongue around his thick cock head. As I did this I felt the first round of cum hit the back of my cum.

“OH SHIT!!!” he cried.

As he continued to shoot cum down my throat I held onto his cock with my mouth still sucking on it. His cock cannon shot three or four more rounds of cum down my throat all the while sending an endless stream of warm sweet cum down my throat. A delicious drink…

Pretty soon Eric had filled my mouth with his sweet man nectar. But I managed to swallow every drop. I made sure to not let even a little drop of it escape my mouth. He loved when I swallowed his cum.

Moments later Eric pulled me up to my feet and kissed me on the lips. His kiss was hard and I’m sure he could still taste his cum on my lips.

“Damn dude you taste like cum!” he chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re cum!” I smiled.

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