Like yesterday, the pre-cum is leaking down, making it sticky, making his hand sticky too. And I want to taste that stickiness badly. So badly that I decide that I’ll do anything, anything at all to suck him off. “What’s your favorite flavor?” he asks. I look at his face, finally. He’s breathing hard, through his mouth, his eyes drugged up, stoned, and I know he’s dying for this as much as me. We’re both dying and my lips on his dick is the only way to keep us alive.
