There isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for each other. In fact, I got Eric to start doing something most guys won’t do. He does it for me because... it turns me on. Eric willing eats my creampie after he fills me with his cum. Maybe it isn’t so bad for him since he used to give his friend Steve blow jobs back in the day. If he’s willing to swallow another guy’s cum, he should be able to handle his own. He says that though cum doesn’t taste all that good, when it’s combined with my delicious. “You didn’t have to do that! And that porcelain is expensive. Stop it! That store’s all the way across town! What were you doing out there?”“Shopping,” Phoebe shrugs. “And now I’m interrupting. Sorry to bother you… Oh, I didn’t get your name, honey?” she turns back to me.“Tethys,” I reply, as the total absurdity of this situation sinks further in. I remember less than a week ago, fucking Carl out in the open at Hippie Hollow, in front of Jo and Joe and dozens of strangers, and not. For the past 15 years, Fred was content with a bottle of lotion and his hand. Fred also had another indulgence that Betty would never have approved of. Late at night when it was dark, he would venture into his backyard naked and stroke himself till he came. Then he would return inside and go to bed satisfied. His backyard was semi-private but there was always a chance of his neighbors to his left catching him. Fred always watched and felt safe since he never saw anyone out that late. That is. She couldn't get any farther away from him and still hand him the blanket. She definitely looked ready to bolt.The kid didn't seem to want any help; I tried to persuade him otherwise. "Take help when offered kid, we won't hurt you." I called from the back of my horse. He crawled out of the puddle and stood, before he took the blanket with a mumbled thanks."Are you burned anywhere?" He shook his head no. I glanced over at the smoldering tree that was quickly being dowsed from the downpour. All.