What’s the matter, team not scorning? I’ll tell you what, win, lose, or draw, why don’t you come over after the game and let me put a smile on your face. You can shoot in my mouth anytime you want … promise to let you score.
That awkward moment after a straight bud offers you his cock to suck (but before you drop to your knees and comply) when he wonders whether he misjudged the situation.
No, he hadn’t. I’d been waiting to suck him off for months, and was only too happy to provide him with the oral relief he so desperately needed.