No longer having a pee, his cock was still out. It was semi. My eyes wandered to his hand where he was holding his mobile phone, the rear camera facin...g our way.Shit. I started panicking but didn't know if it was just how the phone tested in his hands or if he was filming.Close to blowing a load, the lad wanking me quickens his jerking movement. It was then he said "close" to the tradie who came closer and lowered his phone to focus purely on my cock and the lads hand wanking it.It happened. 5-6. “I love your cock. I can hardly wait to suck it again,” I said.“Just fuck me,” he replied, “You know you want it.”I had my finger in him to the last knuckle by that time and pulled out to wrap myself in latex. The same drive to conquer that had seized him washed over me, and I pushed roughly against him, unrelentingly penetrating him slowly but surely. He opened to me reluctantly, grunts of pain mingling with my gasps of pleasure, and I reached down to feel his cock throbbing in renewed lust.. This was a step in the rightdirection."Well, yes, but that is the problem. Charlie, we love you and are veryclose. You know that too."I nodded. Whilst I had not been invited to their bedroom romps, we werevery close and spent most weekends together. I was beginning tounderstand why they couldn't let me get closer. I loved them too and wascontent to wait for the right moment."You see, it seems that Chelsea ... well, it seems she wants to..." shepaused and looked at me closely. "Chelsea thinks. Each time, it was a new thrill - to feel gravity and heat and electromagnetism and know the inevitability of death and decay. Her missions were important, but she'd become a Fleshmaker, a pervert even among the biophiles, most perverse of the Celesti.Her fresh appreciation of the flesh this morning came from being fucked in a most satisfying and thorough manner. She had experienced sex as twenty-two different species including one that laid its eggs in the corona of a dying star. But she'd.