Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2007 19:41:06 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: reunited with dad-7

DANNY

	I woke up early Monday morning (the day after the wedding), still
in Jon's (the bartender's) bed in back of his bar. My head was spinning
from my hangover. I had way too much to drink last night. My asshole still
throbbed from the fucking Jon had given me. I looked over to see him still
sleeping on his back, his big chest heaving up and down. I could feel his
creamy semen seeping out of my hole. How many times had he fucked me last
night? I figured a good remedy for hangover was cock sucking.
	I pulled off Jon's covers, revealing his crotch and soft dick. He
was sleeping good when I leaned over and sucked his meaty cock into my
mouth. I started off slowly, savoring the feel of his fat muscle in my
mouth. Then I started to really work the shaft, licking at the balls with
my tongue as his dick started to swell and lengthen in my mouth.

	Soon his dick was standing at full mass. I slithered my mouth up
and down the shinny shaft, loving the feel of it in my velvety mouth. I
started to feel slutty as I sucked up and down, taking him deep into my
throat. After a few minutes, I felt his hands massaging through my
hair. "MMmmmm..." he moaned, feeling good by my efforts. "...you really are
very good at that." --he complimented. I took his cock all the way down
again, feeling the crown pulse in my throat. I figured it wouldn't be long
before I got a mouthful of delicious cum, when I felt his hand on my ass,
his middle finger exploring my dripping anus.

"Wow man..., your ass is so wet..., it feel just like pussy! Can I fuck you
again?"

"Is a horse hung?" I asked, pulling my mouth off his cock.
	Jon maneuvered me on my back, getting between my spread legs. He
lifted my legs then pressed them down against my chest, exposing my warm
asshole. I saw the look of lust in Jon's eyes as he eyed my cherry pie. He
stroked his cock before aiming it up to my cunt, then pushed in. I bit my
lower lip, feeling his cock widen me as he burrowed in deeply. Jon ground
his dick around in me for a few seconds, savoring the feel of my warm
depths. "I haven't had pussy on a regular basis in awhile, dude..." he
said, his balls plastered against my buttock. "...it's a shame you're gonna
be going back soon!"

"I know..." I said regrettably, already thinking of how much I'll miss his
cock.
	Jon pulled back, sliding that dick out of me until just the head
was in, then he slid all the way back up inside me. His cock already coated
in a thin covering of his own sperm, making fucking me much easier. I
simply laid back and watched him fuck me, taking complete control over me
as he held my hairy legs up to my chest and dipped his hard cock in and out
of my clinging bottom.
	I liked Jon, and I loved the way his cock felt in my gut, but I
realized early on in my sex life that every man I allowed to fuck me, was a
substitute for my daddy. Despite all the years of lapse between us, I still
had a strong attraction for him, and still imagined him fucking me with
every man I allowed on top.

	I closed my eyes as Jon picked up his pace. His pelvis slapped into
my ass over and over as his cock bore into me. My own cock hardened as I
pictured my dad on top of me, his scruffy morning stubble and thick
mustache standing prominent in my mind. Unexpectedly I felt Jon's lips on
my neck as he leaned down to lay on top of me. His entire cock slid easily
in and out, pounding deep as he built himself up for a heavy climax. I
stroked my cock in time to his thrusts, enjoying his lips as they sucked
hard at my neck. Jon humped on top of me, his big muscular body slapping
into mine as my feet dangling wildly over his head. His thrusts got harder,
driving his cock through me deeper. I felt like I was being repeatedly
impelled by his fat cock, my bowels massaging his thick phallus as it
plunged into me again and again.

"Do you really have to leave soon?" he whispered in my ear as he continued
to fuck into me. I thought I was hearing things, as I was busy working off
my own fantasies. "How bout you stay a few more days? You can stay here
with me if you don't have a place to stay!"

"I..." ...didn't know what to say, -I just lay there speechless as Jon kept
fucking me, his hips slapping into me without missing a single stroke. His
thick cock felt so good sliding in and out, but my hand sat frozen on my
dick as I was in shock by his request.

"Stay with me..., it'll be fun!" he smiled, looking down at me, his soft
brown eyes making my heart melt. Then he did something that completely
floored me, -he leaned forward and kissed me directly on the lips. I lay
there staring up at him as his lips touched mine. From all pretense and
purposes Jon was straight. He'd never fucked a guy before me, and certainly
had never kissed on before (I could tell by the hesitation in his passion),
but suddenly he started becoming more and more aggressive as he slipped his
tongue into my mouth. Jon had a slightly stale morning breath (as did I)
from drinking the night before. I could taste the stale liquor in his spit
as I sucked along his tongue. He continued to ask me to stay while we
kissed. I felt overwhelmed by his masculinity and confidence. He pounded me
harder, trying to get me to answer faster. I fought to try to keep from
making any promises I probably couldn't keep, but Jon's thrusts was causing
my head to swirl lustfully. My cock strained in my fist as I sucked his
tongue, his cock steadily moving back and forth through my wet anal ring. I
panted for breath as Jon fucked me. His body felt good on top of me,
weighing me down into the mattress as he fucked me like he would his woman.

"Okay..." I moaned, giving in. "Okay...I'll stay a few more days..."
	Jon smiled as his hips slammed into a half dozen more times. He
punched his cock deep into my bowels, then held it there as he threw back
his head and came.

"Awwww yeeeahhhhh...!!" he groaned aloud, his cock jumping and jerking
inside of me as he pumped my ass full of cum. At that same precise moment,
I shot my own load all over my chest and stomach, -my anal ring squeezing
and tightening around his cock as it milked him of every drop.

	I drove back to my dad's house that morning before he left for
work. His car was still sitting in the drive when I pulled up outside. I
figured he was probably inside making breakfast for him and Eric, so I went
in through the back door, I fully expected to see dad standing at the
stove. Instead the kitchen was bare, and there was no signs that anyone was
even up yet.
	Carefully I closed the door and tip-toed through the house. Even
before I ascended the stairs I could hear Eric and dad in bed. The springs
were popping like nobody's business as I approached the door and peeked in
through the key hole. There of course was dad lying on his back in bed,
with handsome Eric on top of him, drilling his huge athletic cock through
dad's hairy backside. It was already after 8am, dad should have been
walking out the door by now if he was going to make it into work on
time. My cock got hard watching Eric's dick disappear into my dad's ass. I
could hear my father's grunts as he was fucked by my best friend. There was
no doubt in my mind that Eric had been fucking daddy all night, making up
for lost time after all the years of living in Miami.

	I decided to leave them to their love making as I made my way back
down stairs to fix myself a bite to eat. To my surprise, I saw mr Mack
standing outside the kitchen door. He looked surprised to see me, as he was
just about to knock on the door. "Hey Danny..." he smiled as I let him
in. "I thought that was your car outside. How was the wedding?"

"Okay." I said, not really wanting to think about it.

"Yeah..., I guess it wasn't the best night of your life, eh?" he asked,
sympathetically. We both stood silently for a moment. "Is your dad still
here? I saw his car outside. He hasn't left for work yet, has he?"

"No." I answered, picturing dad upstairs on his back with Eric fucking the
living hell out of him.

"Good. I, uh..., wanted to talk to him about something real quick..." he
said, heading pass me.

"He's not alone." I informed Mack, causing him to stop in his tracks. "He
has company." I said, pulling the eggs and sausage out of the fridge.

"Oh." --said Mack, surprised. "Female?" he asked.

"Male." I answered.

"I see..." said Mack, obviously disappointed. "uh..., tell your dad I
stopped by." --he said, walking back towards the back door.

"I could tell you really had something big you wanted to discuss with
him..." I said, as he reached for the door knob. "...if that bulge in your
pants is any indication." I added. Mack turned around to face me, his cock
imprint definite in his crotch.

"Yeah..., we usually..., TALK every other morning when we have the time."
--explained Mack.

"Well..., I don't know if you recall or not, but I'm just as good a
listener as my dad is..." I hinted, suggestively. Mack folded his arms as
he stared at me hard, his cock flexing under the strain of his jeans. The
tough denim fabric could barely contain his piece.

"Oh really? Its been awhile since we've talked..., I don't know if you're
as well versed as your dad." --challenged Mack.

"Oh, I've had my ear to the ground on more than a few occasions. You'd be
surprised at how well I pick up on things." I said, licking my lips.

"Brian will kill me if he finds out I did anything with his son, again."
--warned Mack.

"Dad doesn't have to know." I retaliated. With that, I sat the eggs on the
counter, and walked over to Mack and sank to my knees in front of him. Mack
never moved as I reached up for his belt buckle, and freed his thick,
black, veiny cock from his zipper. It was a long and thick and hooded as I
remembered.
	I peeled back the foreskin, and suckled the juicy head between my
lips to taste his pre-cum. The head filled my mouth as memories flooded my
mind. I remembered Mack, and Ray, and several others of my dad's drinking
buddies taking turns to fuck me in the back of Rosco's bar all those years
ago. Mr Mack had one of the biggest most intimidating dicks I'd ever seen,
and still did to this day. I took him into my mouth with confidence, I had
bought my bartender friend off several times last night with my experience,
and I approached Mack's mighty black meat with the same air of desire and
determination. Mack was impressed when I pressed forward, and buried his
entire curved chocolate stick down into the very confides of my throat. He
groaned as my lips sucked at the fat root of his cock, his knotty hairs
scratching at my thin lips as my throat opened and ballooned for him.

"Not bad..." he said with a heavy tone, running his thick fingers through
my hair. "...but I'm in no mood for a cute blow job..., I want my dick
SUCKED!" he exclaimed, grabbing the back of my head as he pulled my face
into his groin, and thrust his pelvis into my face. My nose jammed up into
his zipper as another millimeter of cock entered my throat, making my eyes
pop.
	Mack ground his cock around in my throat for a few minutes,
stretching my throat muscles before pulling back on my head. His thick dark
brown colored cock slid slowly from between my lips, glistening with a fine
coating of my own saliva as he gripped my head tight, and fucked my face.

"aarrrhhggggg...aarrgggg...aarrrgggghhhggg...aaarrgrgggg...!!" I gargled,
every time his cock punched through my throat. He took over control of the
blow job by gripping the sides of my head with his huge hands, and fucking
my face with long steady strokes which surely opened my throat muscles all
the way down into the very pit of my stomach.
	I held onto mr Mack's rock hard thunder thighs as he fucked me. He
tilted my head back slightly to align my mouth and throat so he could fuck
down directly into my burning gullet. I gasped for breath whenever I could,
with spit and drool oozing out the corners of my mouth and down my chin and
jaw.

	Mack picked up the pace once he was sure I had my gag reflex under
control. I felt his grip tighten as his fuck thrust increased. His cock was
piercing me deep. Snot began to run out of my nose, but neither of us gave
a damn as I gave in and surrendered all my will to his lust. Mr Mack's
groin was slapping into my upturned face, his zipper cutting into my
suckling lips as my tongue danced up and down the length of his cock
belly. I coated his cock in saliva, lathering it with slick spit so my lips
could glide across the glands easier.
	After what felt like 10 minutes of deep intense throat fucking, mr
Mack pulled his cock from my depths, and fisted it in his huge black hand
while he held my head steady with the other. I panted and groaned for his
load, licking my lips sluttishly while I gazed up at the chocolate monster
in his hand. It was pulsing under his stroke, the flaring head dripping
drools of semen while he masturbated it before me. I wanted to reach up
with my mouth and re-capture it, but his hand on my head prevented me from
taking it. After a minute or so, he aimed the head back down at my mouth
and let me suck away the pre-cum. I ate all the little droplets my lips and
tongue could find, then he jammed his full erection all the way back down
into my ballooning throat. "AAARRHHHGGGGG...!!" I gargled as his cock hit
bottom. He fucked me relentlessly for another 5 minutes, holding my head
like a ball as he pounded away at my mouth and throat. Just when I thought
he was about to cum, he pulled away and started fisting himself again.

	I watched cross-eyed as his cock pulsed and swelled before me. I
wanted that dick to pop off in my mouth, to feed me the cum it's been
dumping in my father's gut for the last 10 years. "You want this nutt,
boy?" he asked me, looking down into my desperate eyes.

"Yes, sir!" I said, my own cock bursting to get free in my dress pants (I
still hadn't changed from the wedding), the front of my dress shirt was
soaked with drool. "Please give it to me, mr Mack? Give me your hot cum?"

"You're still the same lil' slut you always were!" --smiled Mack, aiming
his cock back down at my mouth. He grabbed my head with both hands, then
rammed himself all the way back down into my open throat and started
fucking in and out. "Get ready this time, kid...I'm gonna give you want you
want!" he warned.
	I felt my own cock jerk inside my underwear. Mack titled back and
head and then hammered into my face fast and furiously. I could barely
breath as his pelvis slapped into my face again and again. His thick cock
pummeled into my aching throat, claiming it as its own. My own dick erupted
in my pants, sending forth 5 spurts of creamy cum which instantly started
to soak through and spot my crotch. Just then I felt Mack's cock
thicken. He jammed his cock all the way down into my throat one last time,
and held it there.

"AARRRRHHH, SSSHHIIITTT...!!" -he cursed, throwing back his head. I felt
his cock throb and pulse in my throat, then felt the heavy deluge of cum
syrup flood down my throat into my belly. "Awe fuck, yeah! Damn! Shit
yeah!" he yelled as his orgasm fed me all the potent protein I needed.
	He grip relaxed on my head as he fell back against the counter. I
slowly slid my lips back up the pulsing shaft so I could suck on the head
and taste his sperm. Me Mack laughed to himself as his orgasm finally began
to subside. He wiped his brown on his forearm as he re-gained his
composure.

"You one hungry lil' fucker, ain'tchu Danny?"
	I only responded by draining his dick dry. Once he was sure I had
swallowed all of his tiny baby makers, did his limp dick fall from my lips
and he began to zip up. Before I could get up off of my knees, Mack leaned
in over me, and reached one of his big strong hands down into the ass of my
slacks. "Next time I see you, I want some of this fine white ass!" he said,
squeezing the bare cheeks. I groaned, pressing my ass back in heat as one
of his beefy fingers found my hole and pushed in. His finger sank in
easily, surrounded by semen Jon had shot into me prior to leaving his
bar. "Horny bitch..., you got cum in you right now! Who fucked you? Was it
Brian?"

"No..., the bartender at Rosco's." I admitted.

"Really? Still getting that twat fucked at the bar, eh? Figures!" he
laughed, removing his finger. He grabbed a handful of my hair, then shoved
his cum wet finger into my mouth to clean off. I could taste Jon's cum on
his thick digits. "How long you in town?" he asked, liking what he saw.

"A few more days, I'm not sure." I admitted.

"Maybe me and Ray will stop by before you go..., give you and your dad a
wild ride. Be like old times." -he suggested.

"I'm down..." I gleamed. "...but I'm not sure about dad. He'd been acting
kinda funny towards me since I got back. I think I bring up bad memories
for him, or something."

"Your dad needs an attitude adjustment." --informed Mack. "He's as big a
cock sucker as you are..., he just feels guilty about doing it with his son
around, that's all. But me and Ray will knock that out of him. Trust me."

"I do!" I said, getting up to my feet. Mack zipped up his pants, his fat
cock now soft and satisfied (at least temporarily) as he stuffed it back
down into its resting place.

"We'll call." --he said simply, walking out the door. I followed him to the
doorway, watching him leave as he strolled back to his car with a lazy but
confident strut. He was one sexy old man, tall, dark brown, bald, graying
mustache and goatee, muscular all over, and a gigantic fat juicy cock. His
wife was NUTS to leave him, no matter what their problems were.

	Mack got into his car and drove off without a look back. I waited
until his car was out of his sight, the taste of his cum still strong in my
mouth and throat. When I closed the door and returned into the kitchen,
Eric was standing there in his boxers, leaning against the kitchen door
with his arms folded across his chest, and a big shit eating grin across
his handsome face.

"What?" I asked, startled.

"Like father like son, I see." -he smiled, nodding towards my wet crotch.

"Fuck up, Eric!" I teased, rolling my eyes as I locked the door.

"Your dad's already taken care of that! That ole man's ass is like a
bottomless pit! He can't get enough!"

"Your complaining? I saw you fucking him upstairs when I came in." I
admitted.

"He wanted it. He always wants it." --grinned Eric.

"Lucky you. You should both live happily ever after once I leave." I said,
sarcastically.

"Relax Danny..., it was a good-bye fuck. I'm going back to Miami this
morning. Mikey's driving me to the airport before he heads into work."

"Oh. I..., I though..."

"I live in Miami, Danny. Not Springdale. All of my endorsements and sports
related correspondence are based in Miami, -I'd be a fool to move back here
where I have no future."

"But I thought..."

"I love your dad, man. He's like a second father to me, -only better."
--winked Eric. "But I'm not moving back to Springdale. Your dad said he'd
love to come visit me in Miami, though. Maybe all of you could come; you,
Mikey, Kevin, Kalif, and your dad? I got plenty of room. It'll be like
another reuion!"

"That'll be fun, man. I'd like that!" I agreed, feeling stupid for all the
jealousy I felt earlier. I walked over and gave Eric a brotherly hug,
smelling my father's scent all over him. When I pulled back, Eric wiped
some of the drool from my shirt off of his bare chest.

"You really need to change, dude. That guy really made a mess of your
shirt. Not to mention your throat!"

"That was Mack, -one of my dad's oldest friends!" I reminded.

"He one of the ones that fucked your pop when he was drunk back then?"
--recalled Eric.

"Yeah. They did a job on us one day in a motel..." I began to daydream...

"I remember. I saw the video." --said Eric, his dick starting to tent out
his boxers. My eyes dropped down onto it the instant it awakened. It'd been
a long time since I sucked Eric off. After falling in love with Kevin and
going off to college, I hadn't seen much of Eric other than the moment's I
caught him making my dad suck his cock. I searched my memory to recall how
his load tasted. I used to get so much of it before dad found out we were
all fucking around. Just then, dad came bouncing down the steps with his
briefcase. He was running late for work.

"Danny!" --he called, coming into the kitchen. "I was hoping to see you
before I left! Will you be here when I get off of work?" he asked, grabbing
a bagel from the fridge.

"uh.., yeah. I've decided to stay a few more days." I said, calmly.

"Good! Maybe we can go out to dinner together, or do something fun!"
--suggested dad.

"Kew." I said.

"Right now I'm running late!" --he said, grabbing a cup of coffee in a
thermos.

"I wonder why?" --smiled Eric. Dad blushed.

"See you later son." --he said, changing gears. He kissed me on the cheek,
then turned to Eric. "And YOU..." he said, taking a breath to
relax. "...you have a good flight back home! And this time, keep in touch!"

"I will." --smiled Eric, holding out his hand to shake. Dad shook it
proudly, no doubt having already given Eric his REAL good-bye upstairs
earlier. But to dad's surprise, Eric pulled him into a hug. Dad's hands
were filled with his coffee thermos, his bagel, and his briefcase, so he
couldn't resist. But then Eric really embarrassed him by planting a soul
kiss on dad's lips while he gripped him up in his arms and grabbed 2 hefty
handfuls of dad's firm ass.
	At first I saw dad tense, knowing I was in the room. But as Eric's
thick tongue drilled into his mouth, I saw the tension melt away. Soon dad
was returning the kiss sloppily, sucking Eric's tongue willingly. When they
finally broke up, dad looked a little flustered as he re-grouped and made
his way out the door.

	I watched Eric watched dad as he closed the door behind
himself. Eric's cock was fully hard, the slit in his boxers revealing
partial cock flesh. He caught me looking at it, and reached down to caress
it. He pulled the flimsy material aside, causing his long cock to spill
out. "Why don't you give me a little good-bye blow job? For old times
sake?"

"Didn't you just fuck my dad with that cock?" I asked, knowing my dad's
flavor was probably all over it.

"Yeah..., so?"

"So..., what took you so long to ask?" I joked, falling to my knees in
front of him.
	Eric watched as I licked up and down his thick white cock shaft,
licking away all the dried cum, lube, and anal juice from my father's
bowels. When I got to the head, I sucked it into my mouth, loving the
spongy feel between my lips.
	Eric said nothing as I lathered his cock with my mouth before
slowly swallowing him down. His cock got harder, the further down my mouth
inched. Soon I felt the head touch into the back of my throat, -I closed my
eyes and pushed forward, taking all the hot hard meat all the way down.

"Awww fuck, man..., you throat is like fucking butter, dude!" --moaned
Eric, leaning back against the sink. I felt his entire cock lodge down into
my throat. I tightened my lips down around the base, then sucked hard on
the way back up to the tip. I could definitely taste my dad's ass.

"So where were you last night? You dad was worried." --asked Eric, watching
me suck back and forth on his pole.

"I went to Rosco's last night after the reception." I said, pulling up off
his cock for a moment.

"Oh yeah..., the bartender." -recalled Eric. "So he fucked you, did he?
Leave a big load in your ass?"

"Is there any other kind?" I joked.

"Let me see it." --said Eric.

"I thought you wanted a blow job?" I said, licking at his cock head.

"You know I like ass more." --reminded Eric.
	I stood up and undid my pants. Eric walked around behind me as I
pulled my pants down to reveal my bare ass. Eric made me reach back and
pull apart the cheeks, exposing my wet hole. "Open it wider..." he
ordered. I gripped the inner crack, then pulled further apart. I could feel
my hole stretch open, a trickle of cum oozing from the loosened
hole. Without warning, Eric aimed his wet cock up to my asshole and shoved
in. I yelled aloud as my asshole gaped open and accepted his ramrod in one
long frightful plunge.

"AAAAAAHHHHH...SHIT!!"

"You can take it!" --challenged Eric, grabbing my shoulders as he ground
his hairy pubes into my ass. "This ass of yours've seen many fights! This
is nothing compared to all the cocks you used to take! And I'm sure, STILL
taking!"
	I said nothing in my own defense, I simply let Eric fuck me anyway
he saw fit. Once his cock got used to my buttery innards, he began fucking
me in length, right there in the kitchen. I held onto the sink as my best
friend worked his ample 8 and ½ inch cock into me, using my hole like some
cheap groupie cunt he fucked while in Miami. I loved every minute of it,
feeling his cock slip and slide in and out of me like a well lubed piston.

"Oh fuck, man! I can feel dude's cum coating my cock! He shot a big load in
you, dude! How many times did he fuck you?" asked Eric, going wild on my
ass. I held on tight to the sink while he fucked me harder, driving more
and more cock deep and through me like a battering ram. Jon's cum oozed out
around his thrusting cock shaft, dripping salty sauce down my balls and
onto the floor between my spread legs.

"Don't stop, Eric! Your cock feels so fucking good in me, man! Use my ass!
Fuck me like you did my dad! Cum in me too!" I begged.

"You slut! I'm gonna fuck the living shit outta you!" --threatened Eric,
picking up the pace as he slapped me hard on the ass. My butt cheeks stung
from his large hands. I grunted and groaned, throwing my ass cunt back on
him with each thrust. My own cock grew rock hard between my legs. I reached
down and started stroking it, it was still gummy and wet from my previous
ejaculation in my pants. Eric's cock bore into my hole with growing
intensity. I wanted to show him I was as good a fuck as my dad. I stroked
my cock while I arched my back, giving him a better target to fuck into. My
dick jerked and jumped in my hand, then started spewing seed all over the
cabinets under the sink.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Ohhhh...!!" I came, falling to my knees as my
legs grew weak. Eric followed me down to the floor, still fucking in and
out of my convulsing asshole with harder thrusts. He held onto my hips in
doggy position, and didn't stop until he shot a huge load deep into my
bowels.

"AWWW YEAH! DAMN! FUCK YEAAAH! AWWW SHIT!" he screamed and cursed as he
came. I felt every pulse and purge as his cum filled my colon to complete
capacity. When he pulled out of me and staggered up to his feet, Mikey was
standing in the outer doorway in his police uniform, stroking his exposed
cock.

"That was hot!" he said, lost in our lust. I barely had time to compute
what was going on, when Mikey quickly crossed the room, and started spewing
cum all over my upturned face.
	I closed my eyes just in time as his semen came shooting out like
machine gun pellets, dotting my entire face in a fresh spray of sperm. I
opened my mouth blindly, and took his still erupting cock inside. The last
few spurts painted my tongue before I swallowed them.

"Jeez Mikey..., you could at least let a person know you were standing
there! I nearly had a heart attack!" complained Eric, gathering his
strength.

"I saw Danny's dad leave, then looked in the window to see you two fucking
like pigs!" sighed Mike.

"You're the only piggy here!" laughed Eric.

"Ha-Ha. Guess you don't want that ride to the airport after all, eh?"
teased Mikey.

"Okay, okay. Sorry. Just let me take a quick shower. Maybe we can go
somewhere and have breakfast? My plane doesn't leave for another 2 hours."
--suggested Eric, disappearing out the kitchen for the stairs.

"I got all the breakfast I need, right here!" --said Mikey, bending down
beside me, as he started to lick all of his cum off of my painted face.