I was sitting at the computer naked, watching lesbian porn and jacking off. Two teens and an older woman really had me going, and to tell the truth I was this close to losing a load when I heard Andy.
"Hey, Tom, you awake?"
"Yeah upstairs," I called back. "Grab me a Pepsi on your way up." A minute later he appeared.
"Here you go dude" he said, placing the can of soda on the table. "What're we watching?"
"A little girl on girl activity." I said, snapping open the can with my left hand, the hand without my hardon in it. I took a swig of the refreshing beverage. Andy stepped out of his shorts and stood beside me naked. I glanced over at his long thin cock and noticed that it seemed a little redder than usual.
"You and Pam go at it this morning?" I asked.
'Yeah." He grinned down at me, taking his growing shaft into his hand. "Good times. She's home sleeping it off. You get off this morning?"
"Of course. The usual can't get out of bed without stroking my cock routine. Actually had my hand wrapped around my hardon when I woke up. Then in the shower I was about to administer another beating, but decided to take it in here and further my pussy licking education."
We watched the women in silence for a minute or two, our fists busy pumping. Andy's right hand was actually grazing my left shoulder s he stroked his cock.
"Hey" he said, "what're you using for lube? I don't wanna get sore."
"Precum" I answered. "I'm leaking like a faucet."
"I'm tapped out." he said, "Pam drained me but good. You got anything slippery in here?"
"There's grease in my room," I said, "but here..." I reached over and grabbed the base of Andy's cock with my left hand and guided it into my mouth as I continued to jerk off. I swirled my tongue around the head and deposited a healthy coat of saliva on it.
Andy had recently started shaving his pubic hair after a few months of objections. Actually it took a mini-intervention from Pam and myself, sitting him down and explaining in no uncertain terms that neither one of us would be providing him with any future oral pleasure if he insisted upon sporting. Pam may have hinted that some other intimate opportunities might become limited (here she lifted her skirt to as a sort of visual aid), and I think I mentioned that maybe he'd prefer to beat his own meat more often than he'd become accustomed. I think we all were aware of a certain idleness to those later threats, but Pam and I were prepared stand our ground on the cocksucking issue. Andy caved like a Wal-Mart suitcase on a three connection flight. Pam and I treated him to his initial scraping, and together we sucked his freshly denuded cock to a record setting load, volume-wise. The light had been seen.
"I can still taste Pam on your cock." I said and then slowly ran my tongue from his smooth balls up his shaft to the tip, leaving a nice moist trail behind. He groaned as I cupped his balls and dragged my wet mouth back down the other side.
"How do you what Pam tastes like?" he asked.
I removed his cock from my mouth and looked up at my friend. "Well, unless you fucked another pussy between your house and mine, which is what, twenty steps? I've gotta assume that the flavor that I'm tasting is essence of Pam. "