‘That’s it you fucking cum-slut! Clean that mess off my cock! Yes! You like that don’t ya!’ Jack choked and gagged on the filthy monster cock ...that had just been deep in his own ass. The trucker fucked down into Jacks mouth, forcing his hard cock down his throat, as Jack spluttered all over the truckers huge balls. He was being face fucked and there was nothing he could do about it. Then the trucker grunted hard as he came, shooting his steaming, massive load of cum hard into Jacks unsuspecting. On the other hand, I didn't have the feeling they'd start heating the tar and plucking the geese before we got through the doors. Maybe Mrs. Wilson and Missy provided me with a cloak of legitimacy.As I may have mentioned, The Restored Temple resided in a great, huge old pile of brick that had formerly housed a sizeable Baptist congregation. An annex, added during its most prosperous days, even had classrooms, a small gym, locker rooms and showers. That was before the neighborhood got caught on. It was amazing how things always softened after a little dip in the bottle. He'd had to look! He was not after all a piece of chalk. Yet if only it hadn't happened, if only the beach episode had turned out to be the healthy, relaxing family outing he had intended it to be, then he would not be in his room now breaking his vow not to drink today. As it was, he had not only broken his non-drinking vow, but had smashed and shattered it into a thousand pieces. Though he had been drinking privately. My crotch was a raging fury. The bulge in my trunks was full blown; it looked like a circus tent. I knew he had seen my excitement when I raised my eyes to meet his.My guest raised and rested his left hand heavily on my shoulder; his thick fingers reached behind my head and his thump roughly rubbed my right cheek. His strong arm contracted and pulled my face closer to his. My eyes automatically closed as our lips locked. I felt his tongue invading deep in my watery mouth. My wet tongue.