His eyes never left mine as his fingers deftly took hold of my cock and bent it towards his smile. He glanced at the tip and then back at me, his tongue shot out, touched it once and darted back in again. His smile became more impish, he was teasing me.
Mark gasped, as he reached for his shorts to pull them up. His blue eyes were as wide as saucers, and I realized that he was scared shitless that the big, tough, tattooed guy was gonna deck him for daring to get a hard-on while sitting half-naked on said tattoo guy's worktable.
Once the check out was complete, Ron carefully pushed the cart out into the parking lot. On the short walk to Robert's car, the excitement was overwhelming. Robert, is a man in his mid- forties and Ron is a strapping 20 year old stud.
By the time I was eighteen, I had tasted and swallowed more cum than most guys might hope to take in a lifetime. But it was still all my own nectar. By now my private desires were becoming so insatiable that not even my over-productive balls could produce the quantity of baby-batter to satisfy my almost insatiable appetite.