ept sug my cock as good as he was. I had to make him stop or I’d never get to the hot, tight, swimmer-dude’s ass. I reached down and grabbed a fist-full of his hair, aly tugged in order to get his attention. He looked up at me with those geous baby blue eyes but kept sug on the head of my cock.
“Bri……Briannnnnn……what about going to the bed in the RV? What about …..” I attempted to ask him
He took the head of my throbbing cock out of his mouth, licked it a few times, kissed it a few times, looked up at me, smiled, and said
“Fuck the RV……and fuck me………right here for all I care…..”
“But……..But…….”I again attempted to rationalize with him.
My words were lost on Brian as he dove back down on my cock with renewed gusto. I tugged at his bobbing mane a few times, with really no iion of stopping him. I just wanted him to stop sug my co order not to cum. Eventually I mao pull his hair long and hard enough to get him to start w his , from my cock, to my stomach, abs, and pecs. Within minutes he was sug on my nipples and grinding the head of his enged coto the base of my balls. If he didn’t move any higher soon, I would have been the oing fucked due to my instinctual o raise up my legs when a cock is so close to my ass.
I gave the swimmer dude an hair-tug and his cock slid right along mine as he attacked my throat, , and neck with sloppy, yet satisfying drunk-frat-dude kisses, licks, and nips. I ed my arms around him in order to pull him closer and jockey for position. By the time his lips had reached my lips, I was ready to get Brian into “position”. I kissed him with passion, adding my too keep him distracted from the fact that my move to get him on his bad legs up on my shoulders might end up with both of us more flaming than the bromosexual fug he was about to get from another dude….and dangerously close to or even on top of the campfire. What the hell….I’ve been burned before….especially by a “straight” frat-dude and his big thick