And instead of averting my eyes and shrinking into myself as I would have done in the past, I let myself keep my gaze steady and directed. There was n...o mistaking that I was looking at them. Or the way I was looking at them. And within a few seconds, they were looking back. The middle guy noticed me first. His eyes locked with mine, and instead of looking away, I tilted my head ever so slightly and cocked my eyebrow with a confidence that was only partially feigned. I lifted my bottle of beer to. I just wanted him to cum so badly! I wasn't sure if I wanted him to cum in my mouth, either, but he settled that for me. I had pulled my head back and just had about a half inch of his cock between my lips and was pressing my tongue to his piss hole when he started to cum. The spew hit my tongue and, instead of going down my throat, bubbled out from between my lips. Big droplets ran down my mouth and dripped off my chin. Quickly I sucked him back into my mouth and I could feel the next jets of. He was always a little bit on the strange side but his great passion was cycle racing and he had a little shed in my grandfather's business yard where he stored his racing bikes and all the bits that went with them. We occasionally would go to see him at the shed and he would show us how to mend punctures, tighten chains, adjust the gears etc. On one particular occasion, I went to see him about a problem with my bike. He sorted it out for me and then said that he wanted to show me something in. It was hard and twitching, and it was awesome to look at. Gina let out an appreciative “Wow!”Before pulling his swimsuit back up, Jeff moved his hips back and forth, causing his hard dick to swing from left to right. When he sat back down, Jeff immediately called on Josh, “On average, how many times a day to you jerk off?”Gina was almost to the door of the cabin, but she paused long enough to hear Josh say, “On average, probably three or four times a day.”His answer surprised me a little. I.