I didn't think John should get involved. John was cool. Like an older brother who looked out for us twinks. He would probably get worried too and probably mad if he thought something was wrong with me. He might even kick Andrew out of the club. Then I couldn't meet up with him after the auction. What would I do then? I shook my head and replied, "No, there's no need to call John."
What was wrong with me? Andrew had just kissed me, made me rub his hard c**k through his pants, groped my ass and crotch, then squeezed my c**k and balls until I begged him to suck my c**k. He had ordered me to take my c**k out of my pants in front of him and other people. Then he sucked my c**k for several minutes, better than anyone ever had before, but never let me c*m. And after all of that, he gave me an ul
