My resolve was leaking though as she stood up and closed the door. She slowly sank to her knees in front of me and started unzipping my pants. By the time she had my cock in her hands I had decided. I was going to let her give me head, but that’s as far as we would take it. With my mind made up instincts took over. I took control of the situation by grabbing the back of her head and guiding it onto my cock. It was amazing, although I could tell she had never done it before. She was timid, but her smooth mouth was determined to give me a good time. She worked her tongue, and although it was random, the effect was pleasing. I grabbed her head again to stuff it deeper in her mouth. She gagged, and I pulled back, then shoved in again, eventually she worked it until almost the whole thing was in her mouth. I was in bliss, I started stoking her hair. It took about 15 minutes for me to start to feel that little tingle, knowing I was gonna cum. “I’m close to cumming,” I said, and she pulled. It took a while. I was tempted to have a quick wank, get rid of some of the tension, but I knew Mattie might notice somethin’. As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw through the open door a bedroom with a big double bed in it, with an old fashioned cupboard and sideboard and mirror and I was suddenly filled with sorrow and longin’. I imagined myself in bed on a Sunday mornin’, havin’ coffee and toast with someone (and the image of Mattie crept uninvited into my mind), readin’ the Sunday papers and then makin’ love in the crumbs, of comin’ home from work at five o’clock and hearin’ the sound of the kettle which someone had just put on, of evenin’s together with a DVD and sixpack of beers and takeaway pizza and my head on his lap. I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna get that with Gazza. I wanted to fuckin’ bawl.Mattie took one look at my face and asked, “Everythin’ OK, Jamie?”The ‘Jamie’ was too much. My brother had called me Jamie, my friends. It seemed so intimate and lovin’ and I choked on.
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