“Do you want me to do it again?” he asked and I told him yes, so I had him take my prick into his mouth and suck me off again. It was lovely. He ...did it again that evening before he left and for the next three days, I got a blow job from him before he went on watch. This was a forty eight hour shift, being on call for the whole time period, sleeping at the station. It was rather difficult that first day without him there to help me, but I managed but missed the blow jobs he gave me. When his. I think about his cum in me, in my mouth, on my skin. I think of a new friend of mine, I think about how I recently saw his cum on his own daughter's skin... I shudder. I feel myself getting close. I think of my best friends still at school, those beautiful ladies, and how they threaten... promise... to rape me when I get back. I can't wait. I feel myself getting closer.I take my fingers off of my body and move the shower spray up and down my skin, shuddering when it rakes across my clit.I feel. David ran his fingers through my hair and rested his hand on my head. I didn’t hesitate; I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could. I was never great at deep throating or anything like that, but he didn’t mind. I tried to not make too much noise. The sound of his cock in my mouth as making some sounds though. I was not sure if anybody could hear it. I would stop occasionally and wait. I could feel his dick throbbing in my mouth. I didn’t want him to cum just yet. I loved the feel of his. He kissed me passionately, and I felt his orgasm fill me again. He collapsed on top of me."Thanks, Amos. I've been dreaming of fucking you again," he whispered in my ear."Still up for the bar tonight?" I asked."No. You go without me."(That was probably the wrong thing to do, though. I haven't seen him since. It's been almost five years, and I crave his cock still....)I looked at the clock. Almost eight. I got up, got dressed and brushed my teeth. "Call me, Jay," I gave him a deep.