Randy glanced at me. I couldn’t hear him breathing anymore. His junk hung in full view of me, silhouetted by the light of the TV. I felt the dickhead graze my gag reflex and I grew frightened as my throat contracted. He pulled back till the tip of his dick rested on my tongue. With his other free hand Randy grabbed the top of my head and pulled me forward. He was still naked! He propped himself up on his elbows. 3 years of pot, arguments over pot and shit talking on call of duty. Randy did not let go of my head. “Oh this is the best!” Randy gasped rolling his head up at the ceiling while continuing to thrust. We finally made eye contact. “Dude shut the fuck up and let me in you owe me after that shit,” I demanded. I spasmed backwards tipping the recliner. My first impression of him was he was a bum kind of a jerk but a funny jerk nonetheless. He stood crouched over me his boner pointing right
