Overnight

He’d played football, basketball, baseball. He had a girlfriend. They were going to marry, have a bunch of little red headed devils breaking young girls’ heart. They would have a bunch of little red headed princesses trailing a string of young men behind them.

And Thomas had secretly checked out the equipment of his friends. When they showered together, he’d look at Davante Moulette’s long black cock. He’d check out Hank Gremillion’s chubby cock and hanging balls.

“Blow me,” Thomas managed to gasp as the scene on the television showed a young man squatting onto a large black cock.

Greg’s mouth encircled the head of Thomas’s cock and Thomas almost squealed.

Michelle would suck Thomas’s cock, for a moment or two, never to completion. She didn’t like it and her dislike showed in her execution. Clumsy, almost painful.