The following Thursday, I couldnt wait. It was getting easier to admit to my addiction and just enjoy being a cocksucker. However, trauma is often the... friend of darkness and with the light of a cell phone tapping on the window of Carls car door, it spiked each of us with immediate fear. Two men, scruffy and ugly and fat and filthy, hounded Carl with threats of showing their cell phone video of my head bobbing in his lap, that is, unless we agreed to let them fuck me in the mouth and have my. His bloated, hairless balls slapping hard against my chin as I milked his angry pecker to the best of my abilities. I felt a spasm erupting from his loins and his stomach made waves like the sea. I looked up at his face, but his eyes were covered by his mane. All that was visible were his flared nostrils and his mouth. Through his half open smile I could see his teeth. They were gritting from the force of his efforts. The instinct to fuck had taken complete control over him, driving him wild.. Dinner had been prepared and was waiting for them in the warmer. They sat at the large dining table, thigh to thigh and kissing between mouthfulls. The tension rapidly built up between them and by mutual agreement, grabbed their hot chocolates and ran up the stairs.Their first bout of love-making was fast and furious. Anticipation had grown throughout the day for this moment and Justin was unusually desperate. They were naked and rolling around the bed within seconds of crashing, giggling. "So how long has it been, since you and the ex had sex?" Layla asked.I was a little embarrassed, since her husband was smiling a rather predatory smile. "Well over 6 months," I replied."I assume that he was the last one?" Rodney asked."Yes," I admitted. Even though our conversation was low, I felt like everyone in the restaurant was hanging on my every word."Does that seem like a long time?" Layla asked."Well at the end we weren't sleeping together, and I was so depressed that I didn't.