Between his legs, I put my hand around his c**k. The third c**k I ever touched. He was so hard, yet so soft. The head big, fat, purple with need. I licked a drop of pre-c*m off the tip. Lance groaned. I couldn't wait any longer. I pressed my lips over the tip, feeling the soft skin, touching the little slit with my tongue. More, now my lips captured the head and were wrapped around his shaft as my tongue bathed and explored. It took me a few times in college to admit that I liked having an erect p***s in my mouth. A barely legal boy's p***s. And it is going to bathe my mouth in c*m.
On my knees, I looked up. Lance was watching me, his hands gently holding my head, smiling.
"You suck really good, Jack."
I paused and answered him while talking around his hard young p***s, "I want your c*m
