Cocksucking
Dave told me afterward he was on his way to the bathroom that morning when by chance he overheard me and Tom. By chance? Sure. “It’s either fucking or fighting,” he said. “You can’t always tell.” More nonsense. For starters, I wasn’t saying anything because my mouth was full of Tom’s fat cock. I suppose there might have been a slurp or two because, hey, I’m putting my all into this, you know? There was some heavy breathing from Tom going on then, maybe a, “Yeah, like that!” and I barely...