CuriousTxGuy
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After the meeting....
The meetings never lasted past nine, and by then it was good and dark. Scott, Ricardo and I always went to Starbucks after the meetings.
Except, we didn't really go to Starbucks. We got in one of our cars, with one driving and two in the back seat. Usually Scott would blow Ricardo, then it'd be Ricardo's turn to drive. Then I'd get in the back, and Scott would nut in my mouth. Finally, Scott would drive, Ricardo would get in the back and do me.
I liked to be last, being pretty worked up by then. We had it good, three married guys getting a blow job once a week, and not having to worry about a place to meet and do it. I chuckled, thinking back to how it had turned into a threesome.
Scott had walked up on my car while I was blowing Ricardo. Ricardo had my head in his hands and was plunging it down on his cock furiously, so I didn't see what happened. He hadn't even slowed down, just watched Scott with his eyes as he nutted. When I'd came up a few minutes later, there was Scott, with this shocked look on his face. So there I was, looking up at him standing outside the car, spunk running down my face. "Hey, want to go to Starbucks?", He'd agreed, and got in the back seat. I looked over to Ricardo. He gave a slight nod back, licked his lips, got out and got in the back seat. We didn't ever get to Starbucks.
That's the way we started, last year.
Today, when we returned to where the meeting had been, we'd just say goodbye to each other and drive off. We all had a couple of empty Starbucks cups in those cars, just for cover.
But what happened tonight after the meeting was unexpected. A new guy, named Tom, had shown up the last couple of times. Seemed like a decent fellow. Last week, he'd mentioned something about hanging out with us after the meeting, but it seemed to get forgotten.
Tonight he asked if he could come. Tom gave off hints that he was a dedicated cocksucker.
At least that's what it seemed to me.
What to do?
The meetings never lasted past nine, and by then it was good and dark. Scott, Ricardo and I always went to Starbucks after the meetings.
Except, we didn't really go to Starbucks. We got in one of our cars, with one driving and two in the back seat. Usually Scott would blow Ricardo, then it'd be Ricardo's turn to drive. Then I'd get in the back, and Scott would nut in my mouth. Finally, Scott would drive, Ricardo would get in the back and do me.
I liked to be last, being pretty worked up by then. We had it good, three married guys getting a blow job once a week, and not having to worry about a place to meet and do it. I chuckled, thinking back to how it had turned into a threesome.
Scott had walked up on my car while I was blowing Ricardo. Ricardo had my head in his hands and was plunging it down on his cock furiously, so I didn't see what happened. He hadn't even slowed down, just watched Scott with his eyes as he nutted. When I'd came up a few minutes later, there was Scott, with this shocked look on his face. So there I was, looking up at him standing outside the car, spunk running down my face. "Hey, want to go to Starbucks?", He'd agreed, and got in the back seat. I looked over to Ricardo. He gave a slight nod back, licked his lips, got out and got in the back seat. We didn't ever get to Starbucks.
That's the way we started, last year.
Today, when we returned to where the meeting had been, we'd just say goodbye to each other and drive off. We all had a couple of empty Starbucks cups in those cars, just for cover.
But what happened tonight after the meeting was unexpected. A new guy, named Tom, had shown up the last couple of times. Seemed like a decent fellow. Last week, he'd mentioned something about hanging out with us after the meeting, but it seemed to get forgotten.
Tonight he asked if he could come. Tom gave off hints that he was a dedicated cocksucker.
At least that's what it seemed to me.
What to do?
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