When I reached the crown, I took my time running my tongue and lips around the hard ridge. His hands gently urged me on as I began to suck on him, mov...ing up and down. I used my hands to stroke him as my tongue rubbed against him. It wasn't long before he stiffened, his back arched as his shaft pulsed, and he moaned my name. The hot liquid spilled onto my tongue and I worked to catch every drop. I lapped it up, gave him one last gentle suck and tucked him back in.I could feel the happy,. Sorry, Gene, you’ve got me a tiny bit stressed here. Gallows humor, y’know? Gallows over a boiling tank of poisonous sharks.” Peter’s tone told me I was tolerated but not quite welcome yet. That lifted a frightening weight from my shoulders. I took a deep breath.“Wait,” Wayne scratched his chin. “I think you mean venomous.”“I did, thank you,” Peter chuckled.“And boiling? That can’t be right,” I tried.“No, that’s perfectly fine,” Peter countered.The silence didn’t go on for as long as I felt it. Steps had been cut into the cliff and David climbed up them. They rose to about twelve feet, stopping at what looked like trench some five feet deep filled with rubble.The trench extended along the cliff for roughly ten feet. Turin behind him explained, “It was much deeper, Colonel Sahib but we filled it up with rocks so three or four Riflemen can now be concealed there now.”David realised that not only did it give an excellent field of fire for the area around the blockhouse but also down the. I went into one of the booths and started to watch a film — one guy sitting on another guy’s cock and that gave me a serious hard-on. More cum was spilled.Fast forward 25 years, I’m divorced, my girlfriend is working on the opposite coast. One again I am one horny motherfucker. I quickly discovered the rules in the modern jackshack — leave the door unlocked and you’re likely to get company...got sucked off several times, played with several cocks, jerking them. Even went to a full on theater.