Then it struck me. “Where ... when... ?”“Last month,” Allison said cheerfully, “at Mama BeBe’s!”“Mama BeBe’s?” I blurted. “Mama ...BeBe doesn’t use real tattoo equipment ... she uses...”“And it hurts like blue blazes,” Allison replied far more cheerfully than the moment warranted. “But I wanted you to know,” she added softly.The tattoo—the really painful tattoo—explained why Allison had been a little out of sorts for a long while, all the way up to last weekend, actually. I almost commented on. Pumping his cock slowly in my left hand, I pushed his balls up into my mouth with the other and rolled them around with my tongue. Stealing a glance up at him, I saw he had his eyes closed, and he was moaning softly and saying, "Yeah, yeah, suck it. Suck my balls." I was so happy that I was able to give him this pleasure, I was moaning a little by now, myself.I still didn't get the mouthful of his load that I wanted, though. I felt him sit up and grab my head, pulling me off of him, turning me. “That’s it, my little one, just relax, nothing to be afraid of, you’re going to love it, get ready now, I’m coming in.” As Davidclenched his face, Mark pulled his bottom down and suddenly, David felt himself invaded. His cherry had been popped. Yeeooowwwww!! “That’s it, big boy, the worst part is over. Now just enjoy the ride. David rolled his eyes back and looked up at the ceiling. Mark’s strong arms were lifting him up and then pulling him back down. His whole body was riding up and down on. Suddenly, as moans turned to gasps, Dave warned me of his impending orgasm. “I’m about to cum, Bob!” Curiosity and excitement dictated that I let him cum into my mouth. On the other hand, his warning meant that he was willing to give me a choice. As I was getting ready for his shot, I recalled the several times I had cummed on my own face and mouth, tasting the awful tang of my sperm and I chickened out. I quickly grabbed Dave’s shaft and rested it against my chest as the first warm streak of.