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So it was pornstar imperative that one of us stay sitting up straight in the back seat of the car, to act as a lookout, the whole time that he was secretly getting his dick sucked by the other person. And it was my turn first to be that "other person." So despite my fears of getting caught, I leaned over into Chris’s lap, and I gave him the best blow job that I possibly could. I licked his dick for a while, intentionally trying to drive him crazy with the tip of my wiggly tongue. I ran it up and down the underside of his dick-head and his shaft, and also pressed the tip of my tongue down into his piss-hole slit from time to time. And then I finally stuck his big, flared-out dick-head in my mouth, and I sucked away on it like a giant lollipop, while I was rigorously finger-pumping up and down on his stubby dick-shaft, trying my best to help him orgasm his ass big ass off. Then I heard Chris try to give his usual orgasm warning to me, and I knew that I had succeeded in my quest to give him an awesome orgasm, because he was so excited that couldn't even get the whole phrase "I'm cumming" out of his mouth. Instead, he struggled in an out-of-breath, heavily-panting voice to blurt out in short staccato phrases, "Oh yeah. I'm cuh-- I'm cuh-- Ah. Ah. Ah!" The ironic thing was that I didn't even need an orgasm warning from Chris that night. I could tell by how exceptionally firm and swollen up Chris's dick-head was inside my mouth, that he was getting ready to unleash his "little sperm-volcano" any second. And of course, when he did, I let him cum in my mouth, which always made Chris very happy. But naturally, I didn’t try to swallow his ejaculating sperm at all--nor did he expect me to, knowing how negatively I felt about having the taste of sperm in my mouth. Instead, I just held my breath, closed the back of my throat off, and loosened my lips enough blowjob to let Chris's inevitable "flood" of thick, gooey sperm flow down the head and shaft of his dick. With the giant head of his dick still in my mouth, I kept hand-pumping and squeezing the shaft of his dick, until I could tell that he had finished orgasming. At that point, I sat back up straight in the car seat and gladly began playing the role of the lookout. Chris leaned over into my lap, and he started licking my dick, just like I had done to his . Then he began to suck my dick-head while he was jacking me off. And just like our very first night together down in The Pit, it felt to me like Chris was trying to suck the head right off of my dick. He kept strongly sucking away at my dick-head and jacking me off faster and faster, which ultimately left me no other choice but to cum in his mouth--which not only made blonde me very happy, but also pleased Chris a lot, since he had always enjoyed swallowing my semen. And I intentionally didn't warn Chris at all before I started cumming. Instead, I closed my eyes and withdrew into myself, as I felt my orgasm coming on (so much for my acting as the lookout). And then I just let my dick "do its thing," pulsating my sperm into Chris's mouth, as I was vividly imagining that I was fertilizing a warm, wet vagina instead. As my orgasm was subsiding, I eventually opened my eyes to watch Chris, as he was doing everything he could to try to make sure that he licked up every last drop of sperm that he could squeeze out of my dick. And that was just fine with me. I was more than happy to just sit there, and let Chris keep licking and sucking my dick for as long as he wanted to. By the time that Chris finally stopped sucking me, I no longer had much of an erection at all. At that point, Chris and I both put our dicks back into our underwear (by the way, thanks to my sloppy-but-well-intentioned blow job, Chris's dick was ass still coated with his own sperm when he stuck it back into his underwear), zipped up our pants, got back into the front seat of the car--as if nothing out-of-the-ordinary had just taken place--and Chris calmly drove us away from that scary library parking lot. Even though I wasn’t keeping track of time, I would estimate that our entire "farewell fling" in the back seat of Chris’s car couldn’t have lasted more than five to eight minutes at the very most (from start to finish). And that was the last time that I ever had sex with another male. Chris and I ignored the elephant in the room for a while, as we awkwardly chit-chatted about various mundane things during the drive back to my house, where he dropped me off. As I was preparing to get out of the car, Chris finally said something like, "Thank you for letting me have sex with you one last time. That was great!" There was that pesky old elephant in the room--finally. "You're welcome. She was moaning. The cousin was petite and her top and big ass shorts fit her nicely. The parents ultimately decided that it was time to move on, especially since Mark had not been around consistently for the better part of three months at this point. “Don’t you think it’s crazy that we blowjob grew up jerking off beside each other but never once tried to do this?” He asked, pushing my head down and closer to his ass body. It took only a few hours of reading, a plan here and there, and a clever mind to plant some damnable evidence on Sarah. When the blonde end of the night had arrived---way too soon, it felt like----she asked me to accompany her back to the campsite. I was the wild one now. Each room was bare with only pornstar two blankets. “She isn’t here right now though. “Take ‘em off.” After only a moment’s hesitation, I dropped my underwear.