No/Co
My Favorite Game: Twister
Colored circles surrounded Noah and me. We found ourselves in on odd position as our other friends took turns spinning. My back was parallel to the ground, only being held up by one arm and leg. The other arm was closer to Noah's head and didn't support me. I wobbled, eventually hitting the floor, my hand tripping him. Everyone else gasped and his head landed on my crotch. I couldn't help but hold in a moan as in slightly parted mouth closed around the head of my meat.
His warm breath made me shiver. He didn't make any attempt to move to a tried lifting myself, only making my cock slither further in his mouth. I could fell his mouth smirk, tightening around me. I through my head back in pleasure, closing my eyes as my body heated up. My eyes snapped open as his mouth left, and were replaced with a wave of cold. I looked down and wearily to find I was down one pair of pants and boxers.
He chuckled and lowered his head to lick the tip of my cock. A girlish cry emitted from my throat as his tongue slid down. His warm, smooth hands massaged my balls as his tongue worked its magic on the base of my shaft. I couldn't hold it any longer. I came, strings of my seed landed all over Noah's face, chest, and my stomach. Then something hit me. I looked around to see a shocking sight.
Zeke rode Geoff up and down, moaning as the party dude played with his hard nub. Harold was pinned to the ground as Duncan licked the blood of the hickie he had previous created. Trent sat on the couch, rubbed the 'tent' in his pants. I looked back at a sinful Noah. I knew, then and there, that our fuck session wasn't over.