..", and I said, no, not especially interested in that, but I'll tell you on the way to your place. He paused and said, "There's something I have to ...fill you in on, too." Hmmm.We didn't hang around long after we finished dinner and our beers. On the walk to his place, he asked me what my idea was. "Have you ever crotch fucked?" John said, "Maybe a couple of times. It seemed to work best for me, 'cause my buds had little dicks. But hey, we both should be big enough to make it work...". I. It was then I came to the realization that I was about to lay down in a puddle of semen. How many guys had already cum to produce that much scum? And now I was going to be sitting in it. The group, including many of my teammates cheered as she pushed me down by my shoulders. My towel formed a little bit of a cushion as I leaned back against the pillar. The girl stood in front of me and grabbed the back of my head. She crammed my face into her well used pussy before I fully grasped what. I rocked back on him, lost in the feelings of being fucked, being taken by a man, having his hard cock inside me and wanting it, loving it. Jons grunts and groans began to intensify. Oh, how I wanted his cum inside me. Oh, how I wanted to please him, and oh how I wanted to release my own orgasm. I wasn't even hard anymore, yet I seemed to be on a constant edge of cumming. Precum continued to leak out of the tip of my cock in a long, continuous, thick stream. If being "Gay" and being fucked. Instead, he told his secretary that something had come up and to cancel everything for the day. He grabbed his jacket and brief case and headed straight for Bellevue. It took the better part of the day and several thousand dollars worth of palm grease to find her. He didn’t stop to wonder why he’d even bothered. She was registered as Sheila Jackson and had a private room near the maternity ward. He found the room with no trouble and went inside. The lights were off, the TV was playing quietly,.