...watching to how he reacts to the taste of my manhood as his mouth wraps around my swollen head, always a small puddle of sweet pre at the slit to t...ease him. Coaching him as his mouth engulfs my Cock and his tongue darts around searching every veiny inch it can reach. Sending my Cock as far as it can go down his mouth and throat, feeling him choke on my throbbing meat!I love when my Cock, wet with his spit from deep in his throat, pops out of his mouth and I slap my wet meat over his. " Oh, he's playing alright," says Kay, and tips you a mischievous wink. "Its what I've come to see."The skinhead snorts, and pulls back the curtain, letting you through. You move into a large room, set out with tables and chairs cabaret style. The walls are draped with purple curtains and sheets, and of course there are no windows. There are more people than you were expecting - mainly sat down drinking and talking in hushed tones, although some are moving around. All of the men are wearing. The morning ritual had Eddie drinking his coffee while Barbara ate her cereal. She opened the door, hesitated, and pulled out the box of Marshmallow Pizzazz."Oh, what's this?" she asked in a sweet voice. She turned the box from front to back, inspecting it."It's generic Lucky Doos. It's all they had at that crappy store down the street." He answered."Oh," Barbara carried the bowl, cereal box, and milk to the kitchen table. Eddie joined her with his coffee, and they conversed.It surprised Eddie. I'd just moved to London into a flat of my own and was feeling quite free and up for an adventure. Back then, pre-internet, the way to find sex hookups was through classified ads in local newspapers so I replied to a few and finally managed to arrange a one to one with another bi guy through an ad in Time Out. We met up in a pub near where I lived and very quickly went back to my flat. I had already let him know in our initial chats that I was particularly interested in giving oral but I had.