Random Photo w/story. Here's the story: I've often been tol..

Random Photo w/story. Here's the story: I've often been told I talk too much. I was at a dinner party and as usual, I was waxing rhapsodic about some movie or flapping my gums about some political thing that was aggravating me. I noticed a guy on the other end of the table staring as I was chatting with my friend next to me. His eyes were drilling a hole through me as I caught him in a couple of side glances. I thought, WTF is your problem? No smile, nothing, just glaring. After the entree, everyone was just drinking and chatting and I got up to go to the bathroom. I did my business, and when I opened up the door, there was Glare Guy with the host, Bill. "Hey. What's up?" I said. They smiled at me, each took an arm, and walked me backwards into the bathroom. "Ok. Should I be worried?" "Oh no," said Glare Guy. "But there's something I've been wanting to do since we sat down, and Bill here said you'd be ok with it." "Um, ok. And what is that?" "Get on your knees. Close your eyes. And take off your shirt." Not how I was expecting this innocent dinner party to go. I unbuttoned my shirt and did as they asked. "Ok, so what's the deal here? What about your guests out there? Shouldn't you be warming up the pie I brought or scooping the ice cream, making the decaf, or..." And suddenly, Glare Guy shoved his hard cock in my mouth. I opened my eyes to see his shirt pulled up, his pants at his knees, and Bill with his phone taking pictures as Glare Guy's dick entered me. "Bill told me the one thing that could shut you up is a dick down your throat. I wanted to test that. And I've seen your OnlyFans and figured you could use this. So Bill's gonna shoot pics and I'm gonna shoot down your throat. Take it, Chatty Cathy." He grabbed the back of my head and began to face fuck me, every so often pulling me all the way down his cock and leaving me there, coughing and gagging, eyes watering, and then back to using my mouth as his personal hole. Truth? I was loving every second, and I pulled my dick out of my pants and began to jack off. We heard a knock on the door, and Bill said "We'll be right out!" and suddenly, Glare Guy began to buck and moan and I felt a torrent of jizz shoot down my throat, overflowing onto my lips and chin, which led me to explode my load onto his shoes and the floor and the cute little brocade mat by the sink. Another knock. Bill said, "This place is a mess. David, lick your jizz up off the floor. Don't worry. It's clean." I was in such a heady state at this point that he could have asked me to clean his house and I would've done it. I bent over, tongued my cum and ate it. They stood me up and we all got presentable. Right before he opened the door, Glare Guy said, "I'm Doug. You talk too much. But you're cute. And a hell of a cocksucker." "Gee. Thanks. I think." Bill said, "I'll send you some pics. I"m sure there's something in there you can use." We opened the door and my friend was waiting to use the loo. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he pushed past us, stopping just a moment to whisper in my ear, "Details. I want details." He shut the door and we went back into the dining room. Everyone's head turned our way and it became really quiet. All eyes on me. So I said, "Hey, anyone see 'Heartstopper' on Netflix?" Suddenly there was a din of "Yes!" "Of course!" "Fab!" "So good!" and on and on. I took my seat and gratefully sucked down my glass of chardonnay, and I discovered that the flavors of white wine and cum are actually not a bad combination. Delish. That's my story and I"m stickin' to it. @faefilms