Ross helps me out

Ross reaches the door and then closes it. He locks it. He turns around and faces me, his dick no longer standing up but sticking straight out from his body as he loses his erection. He says, “It looks like you could use some help.”

I respond, “Yeah my arms have fallen asleep. I think Phoebe put the key on the table there.”

“I wasn’t talking about the handcuffs,” says Ross. “I was talking about your hard dick and your aching balls. I could tell how turned on you got watching us fuck your wife. It must have been **** not getting to pleasure yourself. And then everyone leaves without even touching you. Such a tease.”

I look down and see my cock still standing up to my belly button. I say, “It’s okay. I’ll always have the memory to use later.”

He sits down on the bed next to me. He rests his hand on top of my thigh. He asks, “How about I help you get off, and then I’ll let you out of the handcuffs?”

“You don’t have to help me get off,” I say.

He rubs the inside of my thigh, “It’ll be fun. No one has to know.”

“It’s okay. I’ve never done anything like that before,” I say as his hand cups and massages my balls. “You can just uncuff me. We can drink some more whiskey and forget about this.”

Ross’s hand wraps around the base of my dick. He looks up at me, “Just say you want me to suck your fat cock.”

I don’t say anything. I look down at him. He tilts my cock up from my body. His face hovers above my cock as he waits for me to talk.

I close my eyes. I feel his lips wrap about my cock. He sucks, and I close my eyes tighter. I focus on the feeling. I imagine that it could be anyone sucking my cock right now.

Anyone could be jerking me off while they vacuum the head of my cock with their mouth. Anyone could be tonguing my balls while they fully stroke my lubed erection. My cock could be making anyone gag as they try to **** me down their throat.

I open my eyes. I watch as Ross blows me. I moan as he enthusiastically strokes my cock aiming it at his open mouth. I orgasm and spurt cum into his mouth. He keeps it open as let’s me see my cum coating his tongue. He closes it then swallows.

Ross gets up, grabs the key and unlocks the handcuffs. My arms fall uselessly to my sides. He sits down next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. He asks, “Doesn’t that feel so much better.”

I respond, “Do you mind grabbing us the bottle of whiskey and bringing it back?”

Ross smiles slyly, “Oh yeah. More whiskey. Let’s do it.”

He leaves the room. Before he comes back, I have to decide. How far do I want to take this?