Theres some Coke in the fridge. I see it. Thanks, she replied. God has a cruel sense of humour, I reflected, the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen is ...in my house and I cant touch her. Oh shit, I heard her mutter. I spilt some on my top. Mind if I go and clean it off in your bathroom? Of course not. Go on, I called back. I heard her walk to the bathroom. While she was gone I noticed she had brought her poetry book and decided to head for my bedroom to get some of my notes. The bathroom was on. I sat on the bed of my popper immersion tank amazed and thrilled that this huge monster of a cock could fit inside my mouth…or, anywhere else for that matter. On and off I sucked, lapping my tongue across the amazing bulk of the hulking head and cumbersome shaft when possible…soaring in the the salty sweet precum that would spit across my tongue whenever that big a****l cock would flex and jerk inside my mouth. I reached up to grab, stoke, and pet those big furry balls in their long slack sack,. ’ I can’t resist that, and when I take him all the way into my mouth, a moan of appreciation escapes his. He slides his fingers into my hair as I move my head up and down slowly, listening to his breathing quicken even more. He grips tightly and gently pushes his way deeper into my throat. I don’t mind, and take him as deep as I can. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I love her. I finally told her I love her, and now we’re going to fuck. Well, make love, but… it wasn’t exactly. I also saw that he was uncircumcised; his cap was retracted into its foreskin. Glancing toward the table again, I saw Rita squeeze the last drops of sperm out of it, and found myself fascinated by the sight. Then he, too, rolled over onto his belly, and I couldn’t see his cock anymore.“Don’t worry,” she cooed. “Take pleasure where you find it, with whom you find it. ‘Straight’ and ‘gay’ are just words, labels for things that some people feel need labels. You don’t need labels. I don’t need.