I banged my lips off his pubis bone. I pulled back and looked at his cock. It was thickening and the skin was silky smooth. There were several large veins and a roadmap of smaller vessels crisscrossing the shaft. The head was darkening pink and the hood was still just barely covering the ridge.

I looked up and he was sitting there like a god. I liked his attitude; I wanted to taste his cum splashing in my mouth. I started working him in earnest. I felt the press of men around us. I licked and sucked and when I pulled him from my mouth and his head was now deep mauve in a skin colored turtleneck. The pee hole was a widening gash. No cum. I sucked the head hard. Still no cum. He was like Mister Clean. I went down and banged him into the back of my throat trying to stuff him deeper. He was already too hard to bend around into my throat.

I pulled out and dropped and licked his balls poking my tongue up teasing his asshole. The only response was his bobbing cock. He remained stoic and yet I knew he was enjoying this blowjob as much as anyone had enjoyed my previous blowjobs. It was in his eyes and on the satisfied expression.

I took his cock in both hands and started rhythmically jerking him up and down while I licked and lapped at the burgeoning head, looking up at him trying to convey that I wanted him to fill my mouth with his seed.

He smiled and I redoubled my efforts salivating over his cock. I locked my right hand around the base and stoked with my left sucking and licking and keeping my eyes locked on his. I felt him starting to tense. I rolled my eyes back and rubbed the head on my face, licking the shaft in worship.

The pee hole was massive now and I saw a telltale hint of wetness. This made me crazy and I plunged it into my mouth sucking like crazy, moaning and shaking. He reached out and placed his hand over mine applying even more pressure and said, “Get at it now.”

I slammed his cock in and out banging it in my throat and then I felt the first surge of super heated plasma. I pulled back and let it shoot onto my tongue while I looked at him eye to eye. He flinched and that was all I needed. I went down and sucked and sucked and sucked, swallowing and sucking and feeling like a cock sucking maestro.

I slowed my pace as he began to relax and gently bathed his penis with my mouth for several minutes before giving his body a rub down.

“What is your name?” I asked as I looked up at him.

“It’s Randy.” He pointed at the floor. “Hand me my pants.” I did as instructed and he fished out a card and handed it to me. “Let’s make this a regular thing,” he said.

I don’t know why, but I said, “Next time, let’s do it at my place.”

“Good.”

I got up off my knees and turned around. The men were looking at me like creatures of lust, with their cocks in their hands, many verbally complimenting my talents others saying it all with their eyes. Pan was watching me with his arms crossed. I