There was no rush, no pressure to perform, just the enjoyment of having this throbbing life inside my mouth, stroking him with my hands and caressing the softness below. Everything he had, all nine or whatever inches, was inside of me. Ok XXX I thought about it, about getting off, stopping before he could explode in me, but my body wouldn’t let me. Could I really do this? I know, wrong context. Garret was my roommate of three years, a good friend and one heck of a party person. That was about when I heard the thud. That was the end I was waiting for. One more piece of clothing, it was Garret’s shirt.
