After Church

"God damn it," Mike grunted and began digging in the space between the wall and the bed. He looked over his shoulder and said, "Can you get up and hit the stop button on the VCR?"

I looked over, mouth slightly open, heart racing and simply said, "Why?"

Mike sat up for a moment and looked at me funny. "This doesn't bother you?"

I shrugged. "No. She's hot. I don't care if she's got a dick or what. I've seen worse," I lied.

Mike turned his attention back to the television. The woman getting her dick sucked was now on all fours where the other woman had been. Her black high heels prodded the buttfucker along as she slurped on the already wet cock of the guy sitting down. The woman who had been getting fucked, was laying under the tranny sucking her cock. I felt a twinge in the head of my dick and snapped out of my trance quickly. Jesus. I couldn't cum right now. Not in front of Mike.

I did everything I could to stop it and just narrowly missed blowing a massive load into my pants. As I struggled not to cum, my hand slid over to my cock and pinched the end. Mike was watching. "If you need to let the pressure off, the bathroom's just down the hall there."

"Umm, nah," I swallowed. I hung my head down slightly ashamed. "I uh, I don't really know how to do that very well yet. Be nice if I did but I haven't quite figured it out yet."

"Well," Mike said and turned the French dialogue down with the remote control that he had now located. "You just jack it. Put your hand around it and pump it up and down." He made a crude kind of jerking off motion.

"Oh," is all I could manage to say. "I uh, well sometimes I get it to go off but sometimes I just make it sore."

"Ain't nobody ever told you how to do it?" Mike asked.

I shook my head no.

"Well," Mike said and sat up. "Let me fast-forward through this a little, see if we can find somebody doin that."