He was groaning already and I stroked him a few times before I settled my hand around the base of his dick. It was almost purple now and I swirled my... tongue around the head as I looked into his eyes. I could already taste his precum and I could feel him throbbing. As I sucked and licked him I could hear people’s voices passing on the sidewalk outside. I loved the thought that only a few feet away from them was a nasty slut, sucking a guy’s cock like a cum starved freak. Heath was moaning. “Leaving her behind would hurt her feelings. You know how sensitive she is.”“What about my feelings? Or am I not allowed to have feelings?”“Don’t be a baby,” she said.“How is a husband wanting an evening out with his wife being a baby?” he asked with a chill in his voice.“It is when you’re throwing a tantrum like this,” she said.His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched giving mute testimony to his anger. He took a deep breath and relaxed enough to say, “Tantrum? What in the hell are you talking. She had always been my secret crush, the girl next door who had been my best friend as long as I could remember. It was just unfortunate I had fallen in love with her, and that was a feeling she didn’t share. The final insult had come when she had started dating the local bully Wes Thompson.I had always felt comfortable talking to mom, so I shared these feelings with her. She listened attentively and tried to give comfort and advice. “You’ll find someone sooner or later,” she had said when I. We even had the same girlfriend a few times, although we dated them at different times. Either they were mine first and then later his, or vice versa. One of them once told me that Lou and I were, as lovers, like twin brothers. She said she could close her eyes and not be sure which one of us was making love to her, except that it was obvious I liked to eat pussy a lot more than Lou did. In a way, that's what led us to several new memories, like sharing the same girlfriend -- his -- at the same.