Donnell begged off, saying he needed a few minutes, but Dannell and Darnell did paper, scisssors, rock, while I cupped each of their balls in one of my hands. “Pull my shorts down, white boy, I have a treat for you.” Since that was what I was there for, I did. Donnell begged off, saying he needed a few minutes, but Dannell and Darnell did paper, scisssors, rock, while I cupped each of their balls in one of my hands. It was hard to not take it in my mouth, it looked so delicious, I wanted to feel it on my lips and tongue, but I needed to practice stroking, so after a few loving kisses and a short suck and tongue-roll I just could not resist indulging in, I went to work on the knob, eagerly, but gently and lovingly, even adoringly. As I loved his manhood with my mouth, I caressed his beautiful big balls with my hands, tracing the shape,, running my fingers softly and lovingly around them, entranced by the heft of them, mesmerized by the promise of a delicious, hot, slippery reward from them. I kneeled before him and reached for the zipper and pulled it down, reaching inside to feel his heft and warmth.
