I stood up, not caring that my cock had grown once more and was again poking up and clearly visible to anyone looking in. “Looks like I’m not the only one enjoying it.” We both laughed, but the laughter seemed to quieten as we stood there looking at each other. I sucked eagerly, desperate for more of that wonderful fluid, his body shaking and twitching violently as my tongue rasped over his supersensitive head. I stood up and turned, slipping my trunks down and kicking them off across the floor. “Hey, it happens, OK. This had already gone way too far and there was no way I was going to let him suck me. We need to think about this.”
I stood up and wiped myself on one of the towels. “Come on Joe,” I said. But you’ll squirt more as you get older.” We sat quietly for a while, sipping our drinks, until I suddenly thought about what Joe had just said.
