It was getting late, later than I would normally stay and I was about to give up and go home when I finally heard the noise I was longing to hear. I figured that there really was only one way to find out for sure and so in about another week I found myself back at the park. It was flowing into my mouth filling my mouth till I could no longer hold it. Thankfully it had not been all my imagination as it was John himself who began the conversation. A flow of hot stickiness that was not as thick as the cum I was used to from John but yet tasted slightly salty, slightly tart but mostly tasted like what I would imagine smoke would taste like. Brutus of course was right behind us and jumped on the bed, turning around with his breath heavy and his tongue dripping. Varying the speed, the direction, even the depth of each stroke as it plunged into me, I soon realized that John was fully engorged, harder than I had ever seen him before.
