I ran my tongue up and down the soles of his feet—we were the same size there—12. Finally at last, the moment arrived. Lighting one up for each of us, we were nearly half way through the cigs before one spoke. Gently pulling his boxers down, then tossing them on the floor, I went all the way down to his big jock feet. It only took moments for him to blast. I had never done that before. I still own your ass—and your still my punk”. Digging into the depths of his canal, I went as deep as I could, him moaning the whole time. I guess strictly speaking, Cameron lived up to his promise of making sure I got some game time each game—about 2 plays, lol. My fantasy had pretty much been defeated. My fantasy had pretty much been defeated. Instantly following with my mouth, we began ‘snowballin’, mixing our sweet jock nectar, and each gradually swallowing our rich creamy slime.
