Take a guess at what amazing thing happened to Your Bearded Confidant today. First, here are the facts:
A man grasped my jaw with his large hands, pried open my lips, and did his thing inside my mouth. There was a sucking sound and the squirting of fluids. After the man was finished with me, I felt euphoric.
Here are the possibilities:
A. I went to the dentist to have a wisdom tooth extracted.
B. Outside the dentist's office I saw a landscaper leaning against the wall on a break. His t-shirt was drenched in sweat and hugged his chiseled torso as if it were painted on. His left hand was resting casually against the bulging crotch of his filthy jeans, barely hiding a hardon. We didn't have to speak a word — our eyes communicated everything we desired. I followed him to his van, which smelled of gasoline but offered privacy for the lewd act to follow. He knelt like an altar boy in prayer, and I knelt even deeper, like a supplicant Buddhist monk. I sucked his uncut Latin cock as if I were going in for mouth surgery and might have to lay off sex for a few days. He came in my mouth, then opened his mouth and motioned for me to spit his load back to him. I had a gleaming smile even before I entered the dentist's office.
C. Both A and B.
Check in Monday for the surprising zinger to my story.
Meanwhile, don't miss my scandalous interview over at the sultry Trollop Salon, in which I explain an amazing phenomenon that can happen during a chain fuck.