Get on your knees in front of the guy in the wifebeater and suck his dick.
From Create Your Own Story
That dick makes your mouth water. You get down on your knees in front of the guy in the wifebeater, and he winks at you again, then puts his hand on your head and tugs your face down to his dick. You open your mouth and lick at his cockhead.
"I was hoping you'd follow me in here," he says, pressing on the back of your head until you open wider and start to suck on his shaft.
"Oh yeah," he groans, letting you set your pace. You bob up and down on his cock, tasting the salty sweat of him, and licking and sucking with lots of slobber up and down his hard shaft. You rub at his balls with one hand, and flick your tongue at his slit. His other hand takes your head as well, and soon he's thrusting up from the couch in little jerks, fucking your face. You brace your arms on either side of his thighs and hold steady, taking his meat and gagging a little as he hits the back of your throat.
Your spit slides along the man's dick, pooling in his pubes, and he continues to ram himself into your face. You hear yourself moaning around his meat, and you're rock hard in your pants - you've always loved sucking cock.
The guy in the wifebeater starts to grunt, and he grips your head harder as he rams his cock more erratically into your throat. A moment later you feel his cock surge and your mouth fills with hot spunk. You swallow the first surge, but then he pulls out and sprays the second and third spurts of slick semen across your face.
"I see you got started without me."
You turn your head, looking up from where you're kneeling with cum on your face. Steve is watching. Steve's face is a blank mask. Oh crap. The guy in the wifebeater glances at him.
"Shit, he with you?" the man asks. His dick is still out, and he shows no signs of embarrassment.
Steve shakes his head. "No, we just met. But he wanted to play hide and seek."
The guy in the wifebeater laughs. "Well, I found him. Got him a little dirty, though." He laughs again, then tugs a handkerchief out of his pocket and rubs it across your face. It feels crusty and dirty, but gets most of the spunk off you.
"Having fun?" Steve asks you, still standing above you. You can't tell if he's angry.
You blush, still crouching, hiding the raging hard on in your pants. "Yeah."
Steve's expression finally changes. He cracks a wide smile, grinning. "Don't worry, I'm not the jealous type. Hell, we just met. Hadn't pegged you for a backroom slut, though."
You turn bright red, obviously embarrassed, and Steve laughs at you. He drops onto the couch beside the guy in the wifebeater, who watches the two of you with amusement.
Steve starts to undo his belt. "How about some bearmeat, you little backroom slut?"
You say...
