Story 22 The Reluctant Cocksucker
“C’mon please, just give it a try. Just a kiss, nothing more.”
I looked down at Dylan’s hard c**k and shook my head.
“I’m so sorry, but I can’t.”
“Why? He is right there, look at him, and I have done it to you so many times. Please, Teddy, I beg you.”
He was so hard in my hand, so beautiful, so succulent but I just couldn’t lower my head those twelve inches it would take to put my lips on his c**k head, I just couldn’t.
“Sorry, Dylan. I’ll give you a hand job or you can f**k me up the ass, but I won’t take your c**k in my mouth.”
“Fine, use your hand.”
He had made the right decision. With my mom and Pete downstairs, it wasn’t the moment for him to f**k me. I kissed his n*****s and his chest while my hand began to stroke his shaft
