Becoming A Man: Stan Bi Me
I can hardly believe I'm on a 'date' with another man. Or that my girlfriend is encouraging this.
"Holy shit, you give great head!" I gasp as jets of cream surge through my urethra into Stan's skillful mouth. I've been in his foyer for less than ten minutes. Technically, our date hasn't even started. It's promising to be a good one. "Only fair I evened things up, handsome," Stan says, sharing a cummy kiss. I should find it weird how he calls me that, but perversely, given my usual humility (or is it insecurity?), I ki...