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 VIDEO BOOTH HEAD

  For the third weekend in a row Philip sat alone in his living room watching a
porn  tape that he had  rented from the local video outlet.  It was your
typical adult flick -- a sultry blond, on her knees,  giving head to a
well-endowed stud.  The plot was non-existent and the action was pretty
repetitive.  It would  never be a  contender for an Academy Award, but then it
was enough to give Philip a raging hardon - a  hardon that was now straining 
for attention.

 As Philip's right hand started towards his zipper in preparation for
completing that time-honored  practice of solitary males, he changed his mind
and abruptly stood up. "There has got to be a better way," he thought.  He'd
been jerking off for the last three weeks, ever since Katherine had given him
the ultimatum "marry me or  else!" and he had balked.  The clash was brief,
intense and final.  She was out the door, and his love life was reduced 
evening sessions with his fist. While the handjobs initially met his needs for
release, it was now apparent that he  wanted more.  A nice tight pussy would be
ideal, but a set of pink lips would almost be as good.

 He shut the TV off just as the blonde's face was being hosed down in a cum
shower by  the dick she  had been so enthusiastically devouring.  "See you
later honey," he mused, "but if I'm lucky tonight  I ain't  gonna be seeing you
until a hell of a lot later!"

 As the shirtless 27 year old brown-haired hunk turned towards the door, the
image  in the mirror  caused him to stop.  "I guess I really should put a shirt
on," he mused, as he caught a glimpse of his naked,  hairy chest.  "No shirt,
no service," he chuckled.

 Philip had been well-blessed by mother nature.  At 6' 2" the brown haired,
hazel eyed  male towered  above many of his peers.  His naturally muscled chest
was covered with a generous, but not   overwhelming, layer of very dark brown
hair -- the kind that almost appeared to be laying horizontal  across his firm
abs. The  hair was uniformly and symmetrically dispersed across his chest and
extended downward across his firm abdomen.  Katherine used to be particularly
turned on by his chest hair, often playing with it for long periods of time
before impaling herself on his 7" dick.

   After pulling on a "hey ladies, look what I got" shirt Philip bounded  out
of his  apartment,  snagged three condoms from his dresser drawer and stuffed
them into his wallet. "These  are for later," he  said, looking downwards and
talking to his denim-encased hardon.  "No more fist tonight, you're gonna fill
these up tonight  with the help of some nice snatch!"  With a quick few steps
he was in his car and barreling out of the driveway.

 Ten minutes later he was entering the side door of a local pickup joint, 
inappropriately named the  Royal Court.  There was nothing royal about this
bar, and the only association it had with a court  occurred when a brawl broke
out and the police were called to break it up.

 As he strutted over to an empty bar stool next to a very attractive brunette,
Philip  noticed that a  lot of guys were there with the same thought in mind. 
The women were outnumbered two to one.   Cock-sure  of himself because of the
success he had in past because of his own rugged good looks, Philip offered to
his  attractive neighbor a drink.  That attempt was swiftly and firmly refused
with the  all-encompassing phrase "I'm with  someone."

    And so it was for the rest of the evening.

 Be it poor timing, or just plain bad luck, every one of Philip's efforts to
engage in  conversation  with a member of the opposite sex met with failure
that evening.  They were either with someone, waiting for  a boyfriend, or just
plain unfriendly.  The night was turning into a disaster.  Neither his good
lucks, suggestive  shirt, nor his hardon-tented jeans had been enough to snag a
willing partner.

 Try as he might, not a single woman was responding to his increasingly anxious
 attempts to  engage in conversation.   


[missing part where he goes to a video arcade in the expectation of being
blown]



   "Here, feed these  into the slot," is what Philip heard before feeling the
other  guy's hand place a large collection of coins into his.  "I like it
better when a hot flick is on the screen."

  After fumbling in the dark, Philip was finally able to locate a coin slot,
and he  dutifully fed all 15  coins into it, but not without some difficulty
caused by his less than sober state.  "They're in.  What  now?" Philip asked.

 "Here let me find one," said the guy as his hands pushed past Philip and
started  beeping away on  the channel selectors.  "Ah, this is a good one, 
Oral Annie, the Queen of Cum.'  That'll be  perfect."

 As Philip stared at the lurid picture that was coming onto the screen and 
contemplated the suckjob  his dick was about to receive, his momentary stupor
was interrupted by the sensation of two very  strong hands taking hold of his
shoulders and exercising a considerable amount of force towards the floor.

 "Whoa, what the fuck's  the matter with you?" blurted Philip, as he lost
balance and  crashed knees  first onto the floor. "Ouch, Dammit, what the fuh?"
 Philip's last sentence was cut off when his head was slammed into the wall of
the booth by the blond stranger.

   "Don't get cute with me, faggot!  You wanted cock and now you're gonna get
it.  I  hate it when shits like you try to play cutesy."  At that moment the
hand that was firmly entangled in his hair was joined  by an arm pressed firmly
across his throat, seriously impairing his ability to breath.  "Are we gonna be
nice sweetie? Or  am I gonna have to knock you out and fuck your face while
you're lying on the floor?"

 Smack!  The hand that had captured Philip's head had left its position and
been  hurled with  considerable force across Philip's right cheek.  "That's
just a little sample, you bitch.  Now stay down   there while I get ready to
feed you supper," snarled the almost disembodied  voice above Philip's head.

 Still foggy from his night of drinking, the brown-haired stud, normally a guy
who  could handle  himself, found himself staring off into the distance as the
crotch of a pair of jeans materialized in  front of his  face.  "Don't worry
cocksucker, it'll be out in a second" is all that Philip head over the
soundtrack of the   porno flick, as the blond guy's hand started fumbling with
the zipper in front of Philip's face.

 It was almost surreal as Philip watched the guy's large hands snag a hold of
the  zipper's tab and  pull it down to the bottom.  It still didn't make any
sense to Philip as he watched the guy's belt  unbuckle   and fall around the
blond guy's ankles with his jeans.  And his alcohol clouded brain, still in a
state of  shock by the  recent turn of events, couldn't really assess the
gravity of the situation as the white underwear  in front of him  disappeared
before his very eyes.

 "What the fuck are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" was all that
Philip  heard before his  head was grabbed by two unseen hands and jammed into
the crotch in front of him.

 The shock of having a dick, balls and pubic hair  smashed up against his face 
started to galvanize  him into action.  But it was already too late.  Almost
before he could react, his mouth was forced open by   a thumbnail  wedged into
the side of his jaw, and a large, soft penis was shoved inside of his mouth. 
At  the same  time his left ear was wracked with pain as one of the hands left
his head and started twisting the  ear with determination.

 "Listen shithead, you got what you came for in your mouth, and you better not
do  anything to it  other than to suck on it.  Got it?   Cause if I feel any
teeth, or if you try to pull off of it, I'm gonna  rip off  your head and shit
down your throat.  Now, blow me bitch!"

 Disoriented and defeated by the bewildering turn of events  Philip now felt
his mouth  almost  automatically begin to suck on the penis that was now
occupying his mouth. He couldn't believe this was   happening to him.  Here he
was kneeling inside of a porno shop's video booth, lit by the light from  a 
porno flick,  sucking on another man's cock.  It was totally humiliating and
completely disgusting.

 As he knelt there before the male who had forced his cock into Philip's mouth,
he  started to become aware of his new reality.  He realized that two hands
were holding onto the back of his head, and  gently motioning it in a forwards
and backwards rhythm.  Philip could also feel the stranger's cock  responding
to his oral  ministrations by hardening and lengthening.  The cock was also
moving back and  forth, but in a counter rhythm to the one that was controlling
his head. "He's fucking my face!"

 Looking down on the prostrate form of the faggot in front of him, the 32 year
old  couldn't believe  his good fortune.  A little show of force had been all
that was required to his dick into the guy's mouth.    He was still a bit
puzzled by the initial resistance, since he was under the impression that no
persuasion  was ever  necessary for cocksuckers; but the important thing was
that the guy was now gobbling his meat  without protest.  His  friends had been
right, these guys really did suck cock.  He was particularly surprised  that
this particular guy was  chomping on his meat, since he never imagined that
such a straight looking  dude would turn out to be a cocksucker.

  By now Philip's entire world had been reduced to a cock, a set of balls,
pubic hair,   the odors of  a man's crotch and a series of seemingly
disembodied commands and exhortations from above.  "That's  the way, faggot! 
Eat that meat.  Ah yeah, man, keep sucking  my joint. Damn!  Ahhh, yes!  You
like that  meat, dontcha, huh?  Mmmmm, this is what you were born for.  That's
right cocksucker, your mouth was  made for my dick. Keep sucking.   Use that
tongue!  I want to feel it lapping  my pecker.  Suck harder, man.   Use those
lips!  Take more in, dammit!   Ahhh, good boy! Open up some more.  I gotta get
me some throat,  man.  Yeah, that's the way.   Mmmmmm, nice.  How's  it feel to
have a man's cock in your mouth?  Bet  it feels good, doesn't it?  Huh?  Yeah I
can tell you're loving every  minute of it.  Ohhh, yeahhhh!  Betcha  can't wait
 'til I cum in your mouth? Huh?  Mmmmm, Yeah, bet you've got a hardon  just
thinking about  the load that I'm gonna give you?  You want me to cum in your
mouth, right?  That's what its all  about.  Right?  Bet your tastebuds can't
wait  'til I drown your tongue in with a load of hot balljuice?  Huh,  Right 
baby?  Ahhh, yes.  Keep on sucking!"

 Philip had lost all ability to resist, and found himself mindlessly responding
to  each exhortation  and command from the stud who was raping his mouth. 
Contrary to his tormentor's claims, Philip's cock  was  not hard.  He was
completely defeated and totally under the control of the horny blond above him.
  Kneeling in the  flickering light of the video booth, Philip mentally
surrendered to the demands of the cock  that had seized control of  his mouth.

 A quickening of the pace at which the blonde's cock was ravaging his mouth,
coupled  with some  telltale body language from the tormentor's torso,
momentarily broke through Philip's stupor.  "Oh shit,   he's about to cum!" 
But any effort to pull off of that dick was short circuited by the tightening
grip at the  back  of Philip's head, and the sound of those awful words "I'm
gonna cum faggot.  This is what you  came here for, bitch.  You  better swallow
every fuckin' drop! Ahhhhhhhhh, shit!  Take it cocksucker!"

 And with those words ringing in his ears Philip felt the cock within his mouth
begin  shooting hot  cum in his hitherto virgin orifice.   Thick streams of goo
poured out of the blonde's dick directly into the   unable to resist mouth. 
Some shot directly down his throat, while other ejaculations hit the roof of
his  mouth, the  insides of his cheeks, and most shocking of all, the tastebud
covered surface of Philip's tongue.

 Philip had never tasted cum before, not even his own.  To have the balljuice
of  another male inside  of his mouth was the ultimate humiliation.  A few
seconds earlier this load of scum had been churning   inside the body of
another male, and now that male had forcibly deposited it inside of his mouth. 
His  mouth was nothing  other than a cunt for the guy standing before him. He
had been transformed into a  sperm receptacle, no different than  a pussy or a
fist for that matter.

 As the viscous white male fluid filled his mouth his ears were invaded by that
 omnipresent voice  "Swallow it damn you!  Take my load, now. It's dinner
time!"  And Philip found himself dutifully   swallowing the load that had
covered every inch of his mouth.   "Ahhhh, yeah. That's the way.  Gulp that 
juice down.  Uh  huh!  Ahhh,  that's a good cocksucker.   Mmmmm, I  bet you had
more fun swallowing  than I did cumming, right?   Huh, is that right cumsucker.
 It takes a big cock and a big load to satisfy  a big faggot like you!  Well,
its all  yours, sweety.  That's right, take it all!  Ahhhh, yeah.  And don't
forget  to lick that dick clean.  It took a lot of work for me  to make that
load.  You wouldn't want to waste any  would you?"

 Kneeling on the floor with the blond stranger's cock firmly planted between
his  lips, Philip could  only respond to each of the commands and directives of
the stud above him. Every damn bit of the stud's cream was sent down Philip's
throat to mingle with the remnants of the beer that still exercised its 
influence over  the disoriented and uncharacteristically compliant male. He
found himself gently nursing  on the tip of the  cock and milking the length of
its shaft with his lips as he obeyed the blond stud's command  to swallow every
drop.   Each and every bit of the cock's surface was thoroughly licked by
Philip's obedient  tongue, and every sperm that the  tongue captured was taken
into his throat and swallowed.

As he finished up swallowing  the last remnants of semen that had been so
ruthlessly deposited by the cock that had successfully occupied his mouth, the
awful realization of what he had just done started  to sink into Philip's
alcohol fogged  brain.  He had stopped off at the porno shop in order to get
blown and had ended  up being forced to give head to the guy who was supposed
to blow him.  And now here he was, kneeling in front of some  total stranger,
still nursing  the guy's softening dick in his mouth after having swallowed the
guy's load.  It just  didn't make any sense. How the hell had this happened?

 Philip's question never did get to be answered because his chain of though was
 abruptly interrupted by the withdrawal of that penis from his mouth,
accompanied by the voice that had tormented him during his ordeal.  "Well
faggot, isn't it about time that you showed your appreciation for tonight's
dinner?   Come now, give it a thank you kiss    From 


 Realizing what was about to happen, Philip lurched forwards in a frantic
effort to get  onto his feet.  But pulling off such a maneuver when starting
from a kneeling position, in a dimly lit, confined space  while still partially
under the influence of alcohol was no easy accomplishment.  Trying to do it
while being shoved  down from above was simply impossible.

"Where do you think you're going, cocksucker?" is what Philip heard as his
upward  movement was abruptly stopped by a collision with the torso of the guy
who had just abused him.  Philip's ability to  move was further impeded when
the blonde's body was shoved into his face by some as of yet unseen force.

 "Take it easy, Rob!  You trying to kill me?  He's still here.  He ain't going 
anywhere. Stop shoving!"

 Squished against the wall of the video booth a horrifying realization hit
Philip like  a two by four.   "Oh, no!  There's another one!    Driven by a
fear driven spurt of adrenaline, Philip again shoved himself forward in a 
desperate attempt to escape from the rape chamber, but this heroic effort was
also stopped  by another stinging slap in  the face followed by the combined
downward shove of two strong males.  "Don't mind him, Rob.  He's a little
reluctant at  first, but he turns into a world class cocksucker once you get
your dick in his mouth."    "Hey, princess, I got another dick for you.  I
doubt if it will taste as good as mine  (he chuckled), but I'm sure you'll
enjoy it anyhow.  Hold on Rob, let me load the machine with some quarters. 
It's nice  watching some pussy on the screen while our fag friend here sucks
you off. He's good, but the video made it a hell  of a lot better.  Here it
look's like this machine takes bills.  Slip this five into it.  That should
give you plenty to watch  while the fairy princess here takes care of your
magic wand."

 "It's kinda tight in here, and I think you'd rather be alone with the sword 
swallower.  I'll wander around for awhile and come back after she's been fed." 
With that the door opened, closed, and was then  latched shut.  Philip dreaded
what was coming next.

 Looking upwards for the first time since Rob had entered the booth, Philip saw
that  this guy was  around his age, if not a year or two younger, maybe as
young as 25.  His hair was quite dark, either black  or very dark brown; it was
impossible to tell in the weird light coming out of the video screen.  He must
have been  around 5' 7" tall, and appeared to have a heavy five o'clock shadow.
 He had a medium build and was wearing an opened collared pullover shit.

 Philip's inventory of Rob was suddenly terminated when he suddenly asked,
"Well, what  the fuck are you waiting for?  Do you get off getting slapped in
the face?  Take it out.  Blow me!"

  Resigned to his fate and hoping to end the ordeal as swiftly as possible,
Philip  reached out and grabbed a hold of the tab on Rob's zipper.  Just as he
was about to start it on its dreaded journey down, his  hand was snatched away.
 "Nah, no way!  If you want that dick, you're gonna have to work for it.  None
of this hand  shit.  Use your teeth.  I wanna see you work for it.  Go on ...."
   Frustrated and overcome by despair, Philip felt his head voluntarily moving
forwards  towards the zipper that was centered over the crotch that totally
encompassed his field of vision.  A few seconds  later he felt his teeth come
into contact with the zipper's tab, and found himself snagging the tab between
his teeth.   And  almost on its own he felt his head pulling downward as he
attempted to fulfill the humiliating and vile directive of  the voice from
above.    "Yeah, that's the ticket!" laughed Rob.  "Karl was right.  All you
needed was a  little bit of encouragement.  Well, keep up the good work.  Your
reason for living is right inside these pants.  You'll be  sucking on it in a
minute."    Philip completed the degrading task 15 seconds later, after having
overcome one area of resistance two-thirds of the way down the fly.  A firm tug
of the teeth had overcome the resistance.  His tormentor's  fly now gaped open
before him.  He knew what was coming next.

"Very good!" intoned the exaggerated voice of Karl as he proceeded to mockingly
rub  Philip on top  of the head.  "You deserve a reward for doing such a nice
job, and I'm gonna give it to you.  Keep  watching!"

Once again Philip was forced to watch as two seemingly disembodied hands
unbuckled a  belt, unbuttoned a pair of jeans, and pulled them down past his
knees.  The only difference between this act and  Karl's earlier performance,
was Rob's removal of both his jeans and his shorts at the same time.  "See, I
thought I'd  save you some work!  There it is.  Take a good look at it, cause
the next time you see it will be after it's dumped a load  into your stomach. 
Go ahead, look at it."    What else could Philip do.  There it was.  His fate
was staring him in the face.   Unlike Karl's dick, this one was uncircumcised. 
But like Karl's dick it was about to take up residence in his very  unwilling
mouth.  "Okay cocksucker.  Enough of the admiration.  It's time to chow down"
was all that Philip heard as the  dreaded, but familiar, sensation of hands on
the back of his head returned.  "Open up" came next as those firm hands guided 
his compliantly opened mouth onto the still erect phallus.  "Ah, we've docked
successfully captain.  We'll be  unloading into cargo bay four shortly,"
chortled Rob, thoroughly pleased with his own wit.  "Start sucking, 
cocksucker, and make sure you use a lot of tongue.  I wanna feel tongue, and
lots of it, especially on the head."  And with that  last exhortation, Philip
felt his face being pulled completely forward until his lips' downward trip was
stopped by a  collision with the hair enshrouded base of Rob's dick.   
Obediently responding to the sick directive to use his tongue, and desperately
hoping  to make this mercifully quick, Philip unleashed a savage tongue assault
on every portion of Rob's now stiffening cock.   He tried to put the whole
scene out of his mind as he sucked and tongue frantically on the second cock
that had been  stuck in his mouth this horrible night.

Standing above the kneeling hunk before him, Rob was astounded by the seeming 
enthusiasm Philip displayed while giving him head and thought  "Shit!  That
Karl was right. This faggot was reluctant at  first, but once I got my dick
inside of him, he turned into a wild man!  I gotta remember to thank Mike for
telling us about  this place.  I've been blown plenty of times before by women,
but no one has ever gobbled my meat with such  enthusiasm.  Now I know why Mike
comes to this place."

 Judging by the rapidity with which Rob's cock inflated to its full length,
Philip  realized that his strategy was working.  Rob was at full mast and
groaning.  "Ah yeah, suck that cock man!  This is  fantastic!!  Eat it
cocksucker!  Ohhh, dammit!  Yes, that tongue, that tongue.  Lick me baby.  Work
it on the head.  Yes,  that's how to do it.  Don't stop!  More lips, more lips!
Grab that shaft with those cocksucking lips!  What a grip!   I feel like I'm
stuck in a fucking vise! You're the best! Eat me!!!"

With his head held in a lust-driven death grip by his crazed attacker, Philip
knew  that it was only a matter of time before he was forced to eat his second
load of semen. The thought of swallowing another  load of juice from a man was
appalling, but he knew he had no choice, and he knew the sooner he did it the
sooner his  ordeal would end.    In a desperate attempt to end the blowjob,
Philip found his left hand stroking Rob's  testicles while his right hand was
inexplicably wandering over Rob's abdomen.  The results were instantaneous.  
"I'm cunning cocksucker!  Suck it!  Take my load!  Eat me raw you miserable
asshole!   Ah, nuts I can't hold it back!  Ahhhhhh"

 With a sudden heave Rob's turgid cock began firing its cum salvoes into
seemingly  anxious mouth below him.  And for the second time in his life,
Philip felt the warm sensation of hot semen as it leaped  out of Rob's cock and
started to fill his mouth.  "I hate this" thought Philip as he began to fulfill
the final part of his  obligation -- swallowing the thick load of another male,
a male who was smaller than him, but a male who had his rod firmly planted
inside of Philip's  unwilling lips.

"Yes baby, eat that gunk!  It's dinner time, bitch!  Yes, take it all. Suck it
dry  faggot! There's four days of cum shooting outta my cock.  You better not
miss a drop!"    And swallow he did.  Every bit of cum that flew out of Rob's
piss slit, either shot  directly down his throat or was scooped up by Philip's
ceaselessly lapping tongue.  Mindlessly following Rob's orders,  Philip felt
his lips clamping around the base of Rob's cock and repeatedly milking the
length of the shaft in order to  extract any sperm that failed to make it into
Philip's mouth during the initial ejaculations.  He also felt his tongue 
cleaning the entire surface area of this second cock.  His focus on completing
his assignment was so intense that he failed to  hear the knock on the video
booth door followed by Karl's whispered voice "Rob, you done yet?"    "Yeah,
the faggot's just licking up the last drops.  What a fucking blowjob!  I've 
never had head like that" whispered Rob as he unsnapped the latch to the booth.
 "He's unfucking believable!"    "Guess who I found in the magazine section? 
Yeah, its Mike!" were the words that  brought Philip back to reality.  These
dreaded words were immediately followed by a very familiar voice, saying "Hey, 
Rob!  How's it hanging?  Karl says you guys found the world's best cocksucker.
Mind if I try him out?"    "Could this night get any worse?" thought Philip. 
That voice belonged to his friend  Mike.  The same Mike who had told him about
the video booth blow jobs in the first place. The same Mike who went with  him
to a football game each year.  The same Mike who he had camped out with last
year on that wilderness hike.   "What a fucking disaster!"

Determined to save what little pride he still possessed, Philip swiftly lowered
his  head and allowed Rob's softening, and totally clean, cock to flop out into
the air.   "Ahhh that was truly a blow job and  a half" beamed Rob.  "Hey Mike,
get your ass in here and whip out your dick. I'm sure precious here will jump
at the  chance to go down on it.  Ain't that right, sweety?"    Determined at
all costs to keep his identity secret from his friend, Philip did the 
unexpected and nodded.  "I'll be damn.  She's no longer Miss Coy.  Step inside
my friend.  Your dick is in for a real  treat!"    With his eyes lowered to the
floor, Philip watched with sheer despondency as the feet  of his friend came
into view, and stopped directly under his gaze.  As the now all too familiar
latch was pulled into  place, Philip heard the distinctive sound of a zipper
being lowered -- a lowering he could see directly in front of his  face.   
Unlike the others, Mike was too anxious to go through the entire pants and
shorts removal ritual.  He wanted head  and he wanted it now.  Philip watched
as the hand of his longtime friend reached inside of his black pants and fished
 out his partially stiff penis.  "Go for it, man.  You know you want it.  It's
yours."    In marked contrast to Karl and Rob, Mike was almost polite as he
moved his dick up  against Philip's partially opened lips.  "Here it is man." 
Embarrassed beyond measure, yet determined to preserve his  friendship at all
costs, Philip parted his lips and allowed Mike's stiffening cock to enter his
twice violated orifice.    "This is just too weird" thought Philip.  "How can I
suck off a friend of mine?"  "The  first two were clearly rapes.  I might be
able to stop this, but there's no way on earth to explain this situation to 
Mike.  Hell, I've got his dick in my mouth now."

As these conflicting thoughts struggled for ascendancy in Philips's now almost
lucid  brain, he felt the familiar thrust of a rutting male as Mike began
sliding his now totally erect cock in and out of Philip's unresisting mouth. 
Having accepted the fact that he had no other options, Philip elected to embark
on the  same  route he had used with Rob -- an intense oral assault on Mike's
cock in order to get him out of his sight as soon as  possible.  This was truly
an abomination, but it was the only way to end it.    Make was startled by the
intense oral assault that was suddenly unleashed against his  cock.  The faggot
below him had started beating the hell outta Mike's dick with his tongue.  He
was repeatedly  impaling himself on Mike's shaft, using very heavy lip action,
and had a hand inside of his shorts working on his nuts.   Mike had never
experienced such an enthusiastic blowjob at the video store before.  This guy
obviously loved to suck  cock.    Abandoning his normally reserved manner
during these video booth blowjobs, Mike  responded to the faggot's oral
onslaught with alacrity, enthusiastically riding the cocksucker's face and
repeatedly  burying his bone inside of the sucker's throat.   "Damn you're
unbelievable man.  This is great.  Man it feels so good.   Thanks a lot man,
I've never been eaten like this.  Please don't stop."    Philip continued and
even intensified his oral attack on Mike's now steel-like hardon.   With dogged
determination to see this through to the bitter end, Philip began a series of
intense head pistoning,  riding up and down the entire length of Mike's stiff
meat, with only the corona of his cockhead stopping his upward sucks, and 
collisions with Mike's  pubic bone stopping his downward sucks.  He was
actually doing deep throat on the cock of one  of his best friends.  The
absurdity of the situation was simply beyond comprehension.    As with Rob
before, Mike was simply incapable of holding back under the fierce  onslaught
of Philip's tongue, lips and suction.  His dickhead exploded as a large volume
of freshly manufactured man syrup  flooded the mouth of the seemingly eager
homo below him.  "I'm cumming, man!  Here it is.  I'm giving it up.  You  got
it all" is what Philip heard as his buddy's stiff dick began spray painting his
tongue and tonsils with semen.   "There's only one final thing to do in to end
this," thought Philip, as he began to ingest the scum that was pouring out of
the  slot of friend's rod.

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