I put a couple of dogs in buns on his plate and one on mine. Sitting with this plug in my butt felt weird too.We ate and then I put things away. He st...ared at my butt but this time because of the plug and not because my bottom was red.I followed him into the living room."Just rest and relax. You'll practice taking my cock into your throat again in a little while."It wasn't going to be so easy to relax knowing I had to deal with his cock in my throat again. It wasn't so easy relaxing with this. They were sufficiently full that I knew that release was necessary.I cannot adequately describe to a woman the feeling a male has when his balls are full. There is a deep seated glow in them, a silky heavy feeling, and a constant pushing demand for release that over-rides all other considerations. Women will know that a man in this state thinks with his cock, but really it is his balls. I'm not talking about the casual wank, fuck or orgasm, but the heavy insistence of a male whose balls have. Mike nodded, grabbed Dipshit by the ear and pulled his head down, making Dipshit almost cry.“Call Junior that name, one more time. Just one more time.”Even Dipshit, as dumb as he was, knew that when Mike used that tone, he better start shutting up, real quick.Dipshit stood back up, rubbing his ear.“Sorry, Junior. I mean, Jim. No harm right?”I laughed and blew him a kiss.“Maybe I do bat for the other team, Dipshit. And I’m coming for you at the party, tonight, big boy.”He got a nervous look on. Surprisingly it slid all the way to the hilt with no need of her to rock her hips or anything else to get it slippery enough to go in her all the way. She didn’t stay like that for long. Her pussy had an itch only my long dick could scratch. She seemed set on making sure it was well scratched. When she got tired I had her lock her arms and legs around me so I could move us over to the grass. I gave her the fuck she had been wanting, and then some. She was limp when I pulled out.“Wow! Did you.