‘Little joystick’ quickly became his way of describing my dick, which was fine by me, I was ecstatic that he would touch me there, and I wanted to please him. God damn…” he repeated, breathing deeply. “Fuuuccking shiiiit.”
“God damn you’re the hottest piece of ass…” Mark muttered, filling me with pride as well as his cock. I would have drank another one, but Henry recommended coke, and my intellect was still holding together enough to realize that was a good idea. “Oh Mark yes, I like it, uh I love how you feel in me.”
This was his last check on my wellness, I realized. My discomfort is no skin off his back of course, so I guess that’s another thing about blowjobs, the man can take his pleasure with force if not the giver’s skill. My mother came home last Friday night a total mess, she was so drunk she just discarded her clothes around the room, collapsing naked on top of her covers. “Let me touch your tits,” Mark said, and I didn’t bother to object that I didn’t have tits. Fisher’s head was a bit clearer, the arousal sated and the alcohol fading.
