I agreed and got hyped up and full of joy. So he sat next to me took his pants down and asked to feel his cock over his boxers without getting it out.... I immediately put my hand on his balls and up to his cock head. It didn't seem big but it felt really fat. though it wasn't hard yet. i tried teasing it and jerk it over the boxers. Then i felt it, it was getting harder and bigger. I felt so weird touching my friend's cock but i was so happy and horny. After a bit i was drooling with the thought. I start bobbing up and down, taking as much of him in as I can, while stroking the rest of him with my right hand, and cupping his balls with my left. “Mmm, baby you’re so good at this…” he says, finally starting to give in to the lust. His hands are in my hair, helping me take more of him into my throat, and his pelvis is thrusting forward to meet my mouth. “Fuck yeahhh, I’m going to cum.” He states. I can’t let him finish though, because I haven’t gotten what I want. I sit up, and look him in. “Soon, buddy. Soon.”I’d been home for almost two weeks and the dark clouds of depression were weighing on me. Everything in my room seemed slightly foreign and juvenile to me, from the little twin bed to the art posters, to my desk and model airplanes I’d made as a child. The only thing that seemed right was my easel on which stood my latest painting.I’d worked slowly on the oil painting. It wasn’t dry yet, but I kept a cloth over it, held away so it didn’t touch the wet paint. I wasn’t ready. So 'ere I am, sitting in a me back garden, waiting for the bitch to come home an' fuck Derek Clapton, that cunt boss of 'ers. Boy am I goin' to surprise 'em.I didn't have to wait long before they pull up in 'is beemer, it was funny watchin' em try to sneak in without alertin' the neighbours.I give 'em five minutes before I headed in to join 'em. I'm gonna say some things to 'em and them things is gonna fuck their 'eads right up, especially 'ers.I walked over and went in to see the lovebirds,.