James Cock.

Did I tell you how much I like sucking James' cock. Get him a bit drunk, get him a bit stoned and he gets all compliant and his hands just fall away and I can undo his pants whenever and however I like.

He kind of mock protests, you know, clinging feebly to his heterosexuality.

"You shouldn't be doing that," he says kind of enthusiastically as I slide my hand into his pants.

His foreskin is nice to suck. I can suck his knob through it. Slowly it comes out, the foreskin peels away, like a bulb in my mouth. And he groans a bit. His breathing changes. He says, "Yeah that's good. Yeah, I like it, mate." (I love the way he calls me mate)

His cock is thick and hard like rock, standing up to attention all veiny. He lets me suck it as long as I like. I suck the head like an ice cream cone filling in my mouth. He groans deep down in his throat, as his dick goes deep down in mine. When his balled fists begin to shake and I get that first taste of sour cum in my mouth, I know he's about to shoot his load.

I let him mess all over himself, because he looks really hot doing that, pretty boy messed up. And I don't like the taste of it, although, I'm willing to give his a try with James. I will. I'll swallow it soon. Drink it. Sure.

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