His grip on my black curls got tighter the longer I stayed and I finally had to let him loose. “Damned if you weren’t right Larry! This fucker can... really eat a fucking cock!” Our rugged buddy said while catching a fresh breath. “Give it back and I’ll eat it some more.” I spat. To have Roy instead step before my face. “You sure treated my cock good!” He said. While he dragged the drooling head over my moustache. “So why don’t you eat it instead?” He slid it in and I went to doing just that.. “It’s turned me on so much I’m already to go a second round with someone” I continued.“So I can see.” Peter said, looking at my cock which was now literally dripping; reaching forward he dragged a finger through the fluid that had collected on my stomach and brought it up to his lips.“Go on…I know you want to,” I mumbled looking down at my cock Suddenly Peter was there, licking the escaping rivulets of cum and groaning. Having coated my cock with his oral juices Peter straddled me, and slowly. Well, he talks at me and I sometimes nod but eventually I'm answering. Now I'm feeling good. Happier. Smiling. My drink is half gone and I'm laughing and joking with the guy next to me. He's watching and he's got these little crinkles in the corners of his eye. Little wrinkles here and there, happy ones that say he's had a decent life. I don't even notice when he puts his hand on my thigh. No, instead, I'm laughing about some story he's told... some... it's hard to remember. Some story about. We were both looking forward to the evening.I will say that all four of my ladies were absolutely stunning and as usual caused many trips to the local ER for neck braces to be fitted on badly strained neck muscles. Additionally, there were going to be many bruises showing themselves on male rib cages as the week progressed.I believe I also noted some drool on a few of the female mouths as we made our way to our private booth near the rear of the eatery.I drove. The only real deviation because.