Coming up beside me, my hand accidentally brushed against his crotch. Taking off his jeans, he pulled out a Radiohead album from his vinyl collection on the wall. Still standing, moving around the room, he lead me to the ottoman. My cock slapped against my abs with every ram. Due to some random circumstances, we didn’t end up meeting. With one hand gripping my throat and the other my chest, he started thrusting deep into me. Taking a quick pause, a few of my friends went out for a smoke break. “Pretty cool huh?” he said. Slowly walking towards him, I reached out, grasping his bulge. Keeping my head impaled on his cock with his hand, I slowly rotated my head side to side, massaging his cock with my throat. God was his cock long. As his lips surrounded the head of my cock, his teeth slowly slid along my shaft as he engulfed my shaft. Coming up behind me again, he rubbed his now even more pronounced cock up against my ass, as he replaced the bottle to its rightful spot.
