I agreed with him, but was still unsure if the decision we had made that night had been responsible. I didn't know what to say, the only words that I ...could speak were, "yeah, I know". I stared at John's face when I heard my dad call my name. I jumped out of the swing like I just been caught doing something horrible. My dad told us that all the food was done and it was time to eat. John got up and we followed my dad in the house.My grandmother had a long rectangular dining room table, enough to. "Without consciously doing it I moaned, my utter submission to my roommate building. I continued to slowly attempt to get more of his massive cock in my mouth but struggled because of its girth and length. Eventually, I found a comfortable rhythm and tried to replicate what the best blow jobs of my life was like."Not bad for a first time faggot," he commented a few minutes into my concentrated sucking, ignoring his promise to not call me faggot. Oddly, I feeling of great pride washed over me at. It had obviously been a while, whatever it was. He pulled out a DVD from this secret compartment, now inserting it into the player, turning it on. I was expecting porn, perhaps some deviant kind of porn or something, something secretive and unusual for dad. And…in a way it was. Though I certainly hadn’t expected what I now saw, or stood watching. Suddenly the image I’d been seeing, fluttered…jumped. I’d been looking at a memory, the aftermath. What I saw now, was just before all that.. Results for the night, an aching crotch that would keep me awake until three in the morning. Oh well, such is life.Night five was a family function that precluded any get together with Jean, but there is always tomorrow.Night number six. The folks and little brother are out for the evening again with an ETA back home around midnight - 1:00 AM.I started another fire in the fireplace, and walked over to Jeans house.When I got there, Jean's mother asked me what we had eaten for dinner two nights.