I inhaled deeply and then inhaled once more and finally I turned on the tap to wash my hands. Sex ‘Roger is your name isn’t it? ‘Let’s lie down, okay?’ I guided his limp body to the floor. ‘Nice to meet you Roger, how’s your banana doing?’
My cheeks flushed, was that gay code? ‘Try to be quiet.’ He didn’t listen and I didn’t stop blowing him. I exposed myself, my cock already rock hard. I felt the ridges of the tip gliding past my tongue and the roof of my mouth and I closed my lips around the cock, gliding back and forth, moving my face up and down. I mean… ‘Good boy.’ I said happy. Again he started coughing. who are you? I felt his cock twitching between my lips and against my tongue. I pushed some side tables and an easel aside to make room for our bodies, when he was laying on the floor I put the chloroformed rag on his face again, until his eyes finally shut close and his body was completely limp, completely mine.
