Joey Mills Self Suck Novels & Stories

Joe then pulled down his shorts, revealing his average sized hard on, smiled and said, "Your turn." I was really nervous, maybe a little scared at the thought of sucking a dick. I think most of my reservations were related to the stigma of doing something "gay." However, a deal is a deal and Joe just gave me a blow job and I was obligated to return the favor. I got down on my knees between his outstretched legs, took his dick in my hand, jerking him for a moment. I stared at it, and almost chickened out but I was a man of my word.

Jenkins face-fucked me, his cock down my throat, his hands in my hair. Miller watched a second, stroking himself hard again, then joined, rubbing his cock on my tits, pinching and slapping them. I was a mess, their cum everywhere, body sore, pussy and ass burning, but I loved it, begging for more. "Don't stop! Use me all!" I gasped when Jenkins pulled out to let me breathe. “That's was hot!” I gasped.

The man scoffed and impatiently bent over to unbuckle his belt. I took this opportunity to kick him hard in the groin. He hunched over in pain yet still reached out to grab me. Overwhelmed by anger and fear, I trembled. The experiences of my two lives finally overwhelmed me. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the nearby cabinet. My hair was disheveled as I stabbed him with all my might. "Die! Die! All of you die!" When I regained consciousness, the man was already lying motionless on the floor.