I started to want something else, something Tommy wasn't giving me. My unfulfillment set the cracks forming, and sent my mind wandering. The problem, at its core, was fulfillment. In a lot of ways, I really did like him, that's probably why we stayed together for so many years. Tommy and I got along fine, and all of our friends were mutual. I worked both hands in gentle twists along the spit slick shaft and moaned loudly. I sucked that cock like it contained the last drop of the antidote. Despite all this, I was determined to give it my all. Honestly I was somewhere between ecstatic and overwhelmed, with just a hint of in-over-my-head.
I'd never in my life enjoyed sucking a cock this much, but I guess I'd never had this much cock to suck before. I spit, slurped and slobbered all over it, pulling it out of my mouth occasionally just to look at it in awe before hurriedly stuffing it back into my mouth. He barely got a word out before I stuffed his cock into my mouth.
