Really drunk, I watched him stroke.

We maintained eye contact, and I heard a small moan escape his lips. He chuckled. I felt myself so pent up I thought I would explode. Could I jack off in front of him? Could I let go of that right now?

I didn't know. I was scared to be that expressive with my body, to strip off and touch my cock so intimately for him to watch. I wanted desperately to be involved, lust pulsating in my balls. Without even a second thought I very wobbily got up and crossed over. Tim kept his eyes locked with me. I hesitated for a second, but knelt down in front of him. He kept stroking his shaft. I made eye contact with his cock which was oozing a bit of precum. I slowly held my hand out and moved his. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began pumping. He immediately started moaning. I pumped my hand up and down his shaft in slow, tight, deliberate movements, firmly pressing the bottom of it so I could squeeze whatever drops of precum were ready out of his slit. He moaned over and over again locking eyes with me smiling. After a moment he winced.

"Sorry, a bit dry," he said. I don't think he was implying anything, but I took my cue. I leaned forward and tongued his piss slit, lapping up his precum as he moaned more. After a moment I sucked his mushroom head like a milkshake, swirling my tongue around the glans like my life depended on it. Finally, I knew I needed it. I engulfed his entire shaft in my throat, bobbing up and down on it tasting his salty musk, smelling his balls and pubes every time my nose hit the base of his shaft.

He was going crazy, moaning my name. The taste of his cock was amazing, and the scent of his day-long musk drove me wild. He grabbed my head and **** it down, beginning to face fuck me roughly. I loved every second of it. I reached my hand up and pulled his legs out so I could get access to his hairy asshold, fingering it as he fucked the life out of my throat. I kept my rhythm going, devouring his cock deep in my throat over and over again until the unmistakable feeling of his butthole tensing came and I knew I was in for my prize. He moaned so loudly there was no way the neighbors couldn't hear it, and he flooded my throat with his salty, bitter cum. I hungrily swallowed every bit of it and as every hot salty spray hit the back of my throat I felt myself getting closer until I came hands-free in my shorts from the erotic taste of his cock emptying itself into my stomach.

I bobbed my head off of his cock and fell back on the ground, both of us panting. The endorphins started to ware off and the room kept spinning from how drunk I was.

"That was amazing, thank you, Henry, seriously. I haven't had something like that in a minute," Tim said. I felt my cheeks blush so hot it felt like a fever. I couldn't get naked in front of the man, but I just sucked the life out of his cock. Maybe I was dying to free myself in ways I wasn't even fully aware of yet.

These thoughts were cut short when I glanced over and saw Gage from the upstairs window looking down. He saw me look and hurried away from the window. When did he get home? There's no way he didn't see. Fuck.

One thing's for sure, I had a feeling things were really about to change around here. I excused myself to hurry to bed, not knowing what tomorrow would bring.