I answer "No" truthfully.

Tyrone keeps his grin on his face as he ignores my answer. I continue pulling down his boxers, only to reveal his now erect cock. His cock is way bigger than Ralph's, extending out by two inches more. To me his cock resembles a limp chocolate bar, that has been melting in your hand for 2 minutes on a warm day.

Seeing that I am astonished at its size, but only holding it in my hand, Tyrone forces my face to advance on it. With my hand I position the cock to go into my mouth before my forehead hits the mound of pubic hair. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. The cock enters my mouth, giving me a more saltier but warmer taste on my taste buds. This time it touches my uvula, setting the gag relfex in motion. Tyrone's cock exits as fast as it entered, only to be saturated in messy saliva strings.

Now it becomes weird. I look at Tyrone's face again only to witness a bigger grin and laughter attached to his face. His grip on my shoulders now has gotten tighter, but I try not to notice.