Part 4A

Tuesday, Lunch

Sam

"So you think she's pissed?" I asked.

"Maybe not pissed. More likely she's hurt or upset. Girl's get like that," Amelia replied.

"How would you know?" I grinned.

Amelia gave me a sour look. "Just because I'm barely a girl doesn't mean I'm as dense as a guy."

I nodded and 'tsk'ed. "This really sucks. I think she got the totally wrong idea about this whole relief thing."

"So quit whining about it to me and explain it to her, der," Amelia grumbled.

"What if she didn't think anything about it though? Then I'll just be ranting about shit she didn't even consider and look stupid."

"You look stupid anyway," Amelia grinned. "And she was thinking about it, trust me."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically. I grabbed some milk and moved along in the lunch line.

"With friends like you its no wonder I have such unwavering confidence through all this."

"Glad I could help," Amelia chuckled.

I glared at her and stole the apple off her tray in a rather useless attempt to spite her.

"It can't be that bad," Amelia laughed as she grabbed a new apple.

"You don't have random girls feeling you up every other minute."

"Oh, poor you!" she snickered. "I'd probably be more likely to be felt up by girls than by guys if I were in the Program anyway."

"That's because you go out of your way to scare the bejesus out of any guy who sees you," I pointed out.

"How do you figure?" Amelia scoffed.

We got the last of our crappy little meal —pizza again, argh- and paid for it. "Because most of the bruises I get in Martial Arts are from you."

"And how does that mean I scare guys?" she asked.

"The situation answers itself if you think about it. Anyway, are you trying to tell me you're not a total tom-boy?" I asked.

Amelia snorted. "What do you think?"

"I think I'm right," I grinned.

"First time for everything," Amelia replied.

"Hush or I'll throw my pizza at you," I said threateningly.

"I think you may have just found a better use for pizza than eating it," Amelia muttered.

We walked as we talked, winding our way through the lunch room with me doing my best to avoid bumping people with my nakedness.

"Where's Andy?" Amelia asked as we reached our usual table, then looking at me with even more confusion as I walked past it.

"We've relocated for the week," I replied. "Come on, we're at the table in the back away from all the clothed people."

Amelia and I arrived at the group clustered around the same table as yesterday. Andrew was already there, along with Mikey, Derik, Jenna, and a girl I didn't know. As soon as I saw Jenna my throat got a bit tight and I had to let out a deep breath to keep my tray from shaking. She was so completely gorgeous. And I was pretty sure I'd seriously pissed her off. It was a nightmare. I was pretty sure the girl of my dreams thought I was an ass.

"I've officially entered Naked Land," Amelia muttered as she took her seat next to Andrew. I sat on his other side.

"You're not in naked land unless you're naked," Andrew returned.

"Shut up Andy," Amelia growled, then smiled and extended a hand across the table to Jenna.

"I'm Amelia Bolm, I have gym with Sam. Nice to meet you."

Jenna smiled and took the offered hand. "Jenna, Jenna Mathews. Sam's partner. Nice to meet you too."

Several moments were spent on exchanged introductions all around. The Latina girl was Theresa Montoya. Jenna had mentioned her the other day. I smiled a greeting to her, then noticed the subtle way she and Andy were eyeing each other. Ok, subtle may be too strong a word. I'm pretty sure they were imagining the other being as naked as... well, me. I smirked and elbowed Andy in the ribs.

"So now one big group is formed thanks to the naked people," Amelia commented.

"Don't let the Program people hear you say that. You'll encourage them," Derik mumbled.

"Don't mind him," Jenna laughed, "His whole existence is one giant conspiracy theory."

"And a pyro fantasy," I pointed out.

"Yes, that's definitely Derik," Theresa agreed. She turned her grin on Derik. "You're going to set your hair on fire one day, and then you'll be bald. And no one likes a creepy pale bald dude."

"I'd still be cool," Derik insisted.

"When did school become the looney bin?" Amelia smirked.

"Since you checked in," Andy teased.

"I dunno, I think we all mesh pretty well," I said.

"Meaning we're all weird," Jenna giggled.

"Hey, I'm not weird," Mikey protested. "Not weird like you people at least."

"Yeah, but you are naked, so you fit in the... er... club, as it were," Andy said.

"Speaking of clubs, I'm going to form one," Derik announced.

"A club? You?" Theresa scoffed.

"Yes me. What's that supposed to mean?" Derik complained.

Theresa and Jenna rolled their eyes at the same time.

"You're not exactly Mr. Socialite," Theresa pointed out.

"What kind of club are you starting?" Amelia asked.

"An anti-Program club," Derik replied. "Something has to be done."

Amelia looked at Jenna. "Is he serious?"

"Knowing him? Yes." She replied.

"Hey, I AM sitting here," Derik grumbled.

"He's a loon," Theresa added. "But it's really a cover for the fact that he's scared no one likes him."

"Hey!" Derik exclaimed.

"And he's worried that he'll end up in the Program and people will make fun of his hairy shoulders," Jenna said.

Derik turned bright pink. "I do not have shoulder hair."

"And his butt acne," Theresa chuckled. She ducked as Derik threw a spoonful of peas at her. The table started laughing, except for Derik, who looked on the verge of starting a real food fight.

"This is such a loving and sweet group," Mikey laughed. "I'm glad I'm in it."

"Hang around long enough and you may get food flung at you too," Amelia said.

"Now would be the ideal time, really," Mikey replied. "At least it can't fuck up my clothes."

"Silly boys and their obsession with fashion and clothes," Amelia muttered, which made Mikey laugh.

"I really am starting a club," Derik insisted. "Ok, so maybe not an anti-Program club. Maybe... a willing to wait club?"

"You just want to be in charge for once," Jenna snickered.

"Yeah," Derik admitted.

"You'll be the only one in there," Andy pointed out. "No one in high school would willingly join a willing to wait club. That's like... social suicide."

"Jenna would," Derik insisted.

"No Jenna wouldn't," Jenna quipped. Derik's face dropped.

"But... you... why not?" He demanded.

"Because willing to wait clubs are stupid," Jenna replied.

"I gotta hear this," Theresa chuckled.

"Yeah, no kidding. From little miss shaking like a leaf on first day of Program?" Mikey added.

"Look, the private school I went to had one of those clubs ok? But no one in them is ever actually willing to wait. All but like, two of the members are giant whores who pretend to they're willing to wait while they screw around in the meantime," Jenna explained. "Half the time with other people in the club! Holier than thou hypocrisy I can do without, thank you."

"Why do I get the feeling that Catholic School isn't nearly what it's cracked up to be?" I asked.

"You get a better education," Theresa suggested. "Otherwise it's the same as normal school, full of sex addicts and teenage potheads. Only they claim they aren't."

"Wait a minute," Derik said. "You went to a Catholic school?"

"Freshman year," Theresa replied. "Come on. I'm Mexican. My whole family is Mexican. My brother is named Jesus and my pa wanted to name me Maria. What did you expect me to be, Buddhist?"

"Is being racist against yourself healthy?" Mikey asked.

"Dunno, but it's fun," Theresa giggled.

We continued to idly chat and generally be weird as we ate. We were an odd bunch, but somehow (maybe because of the forced nudity, maybe not... ) we seemed to mesh well enough.

"So how many of us have been in the Program so far?" Andy asked.

"Well, obviously us," I smirked.

"Liar," Andy chuckled.

"I have," Theresa added.

"Wow. That means the majority of this table has walked around nudie at school," Amelia observed.

"Yep," Andrew replied. "And you're gonna be up next sooner or later."

"You're one to talk, dumbass," Amelia laughed.

"Being in the Program isn't so bad. If you're lucky you get compliments," Theresa said.

"Yeah. You get compliments or you get traumatized," Mikey snickered.

"That too," Theresa giggled.

"No way man. Bunch of people grabbing all over you..." Derik shuddered.

"Give it up Derik. We know you want the attention," Jenna laughed.

"Everyone wants the attention," Mikey added.

"Not I," Amelia scowled. "I'd break some fingers as soon as let some asshole touch me."

"That's because you're a sweety," Andy grinned.

"Quiet you," Amelia replied. "Derik ain't the only one who can throw pea's you know."

"You'll have to go through the Program eventually," I reminded Amelia. "We all do."

Amelia sighed and ran a hand through her short hair. "I know. Damn my father for not affording private school. And for not putting me on the exempt list."

"Private school again? We're repeating ourselves," Mikey observed.

"So? At least our fucked up looping conversation is distracting us from this... wonderful... cuisine," Andy said and cringed as he took another nervous bite of the crappy cafeteria pizza.

The conversation went on in its scattered and strange way with everyone talking near at once and speaking over each other. Jenna, Theresa, and Amelia talked the most, and Amelia seemed to be getting on with them really well. If they ended up becoming friends, real friends, I was pretty sure Jenna and Theresa would be the only female friends Amelia had.

The bell rang. We got up and took our trays to the tray rack and started saying our goodbye's as we walked out the cafeteria. I grabbed Andrew by the elbow and pulled him in closer.

"Somethin' wrong Andy? You were damn quiet during lunch," I said, giving him a look.

"Not uh. I talked," he mumbled as he smacked my hand away.

"I didn't say you didn't talk, I said you were quiet. Usually you're Mr. conversation," I replied.

"I was distracted."

"Uh-huh," I grinned. "I never knew you liked Latina's."

Andy turned red. It was the first time I'd ever seen him anything but completely composed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"After the lecture you gave me this morning I know you're not going to go denying crushes," I said.

"Shut up," Andrew hissed. He glanced over his shoulder, but Theresa was busy talking with Jenna and Amelia. "Lay off, ok? It's not a big deal."

"Alright," I sighed dramatically. "But I could always find out if she likes you you know."

Andy narrowed his eyes at me. "You wouldn't dare."

"Jenna'd know," I said.

"Look, I know I'm a wimp, but if you say anything to anyone I'm gonna strangle you," Andy replied.

"Sheesh. And you said I was touchy," I chuckled.

Andrew sighed and the steam seemed to go out of him. "C'mon Sam, please? I need to figure this out first. You know I'm not good with women."

"What're you talking about? The ladies love you," I scoffed. "I constantly hear about girls who think you're cute and stuff."

"So? That doesn't mean I'm good with girls. You know how my last relationship went."

Oh. That. I hadn't even been thinking. The relationship Andy was talking about had not exactly ended too well.I nodded and patted Andrew on the back. "Loud and clear Andy. But she's a cutie. Don't let a fish like her get away."

"Shh," Andy muttered, but he smiled and me and I could tell he appreciated me backing off. Andy was right. And if he was still dealing with his last relationship issues, I sympathized with him.

"Sam? Um, can I talk to you for a minute?"

I glanced back to see Jenna standing with her arms crossed under (not over, I noted, which would probably count as a 'Program violation' ) her breasts and hugging herself.

I glanced at Andy who gave me a nod and said, "See ya, bro."

I waved to Andy and waited for Jenna to fall into step with me. We walked for a few feet, our group having dispersed for classes. Derik had even taken a different route to art or something, because he wasn't walking with us anymore.

"Lunch was interesting," I said, mostly to break the sudden tension that had settled over us. We had left the cafeteria sooner than we'd realized, and as a result there were no requesters hanging around us, and very few people in the halls. Just the two of us.

"Yeah. It's nice to see our friends getting along well," Jenna replied. She reached up with one hand to tuck a thick lock of dark hair behind her ear. Damn she was beautiful...

"I'm glad you talked to Amelia. I kinda worry about her sometimes," I told her. "She doesn't have any girl friends. She's too much of a tomboy I guess."

"She's cool. A lot tougher than me of course. But she's nice," Jenna said.

I nodded and another awkward silence followed us for a few moments.

"Sam... I wanted to tell you I'm sorry," Jenna said slowly. I glanced at her. She was watching her feet as we walked.

"For what?" I asked. "You didn't do anything."

"Yeah I did," she murmured, looking up at me now. She wouldn't quite meet my eyes, but she was trying. "I freaked out on you before third period. I just kinda flipped and didn't say anything to you, and then I ran away. That really wasn't nice of me."

I stopped. We were just a few feet from our classroom. My eyes scrutinized her face closely, trying to read her emotions.

"It's ok. I know stuff like that happens. Considering all the stuff we're going through this week, I can't blame you for panicking a bit. It can get pretty overwhelming, huh?" I tried to smile in a way that would comfort her.

Jenna finally met my eyes and smiled softly. "I know. But even still, I should've handled things better."

"It's ok," I assured her. I swallowed and decided to try and approach what I thought may have made her freak. "I was just afraid I said or did something that... I dunno... spooked you?"

Jenna shook her head again. "It wasn't you Sam, it was me. Promise. And I way overreacted and spazzed out way more than I should have. You're my partner and you're there to help me, right? I shouldn't have run away from you."

"It's ok. Maybe you just needed some breathing room." I said with a smile.

We walked into Art. Mr. Nunimeier was setting some stuff up on the far side of the room and ignored us.

"You're right though, you know," I said.

"What do you mean?" Jenna asked.

"I am your partner, and I am here to help you," I told her. "Any time you feel the pressure from all this building or you start getting scared or the a request gives you the willies, just tell me and I'll be there to listen and help however I can. I'm here for you to lean on, y'know?"

Jenna looked down for a moment, then nodded and smiled brightly at me. It was one of the most sincere smiles I had seen her give, and she seemed honestly happy and unembarrassed. "Thanks Sam. You're a really nice guy you know. And..." she hesitated a moment. "I'm really glad you're my partner. I can't think of anyone else that could help me get through this as well as you have."

I smiled and felt tingly all over. This girl was absolutely amazing.

The class started wandering in. Derik came up and talked to us for a few minutes before going to his seat. I almost started fishing in my backpack for my sketch pad before remembering it was my turn to model today. Dammit. This was not going to be cool.

"Ah, good, our Program students are here," Mr. Nunimeier said after half the class had entered.

"Uh, we've been here for, like, five minutes," I told him.

"Hmm. Maybe being naked helps you blend in," Mr. Nunimeier muttered before going back and messing with some of the stuff he used for props and so on. Jenna and I were left to twiddle our thumbs while we waited for class to start. Jenna glanced at me and suddenly grinned widely.

"Careful. You'll hurt someone with that thing," she giggled.

"Huh?" I replied stupidly. Then it suddenly dawned on me that I had a massive throbbing erection. "Um, yeah. I... um... seem to have a problem. It's been like that all day. I've stopped noticing."

"How can you not notice?" Jenna asked. I could tell she was trying hard not to break into full laughter.

"I honestly have no idea. It's a first, that's for sure. Not noticing I mean," I replied sheepishly.

"Alright class, quiet down," Mr. Nunimeier called as he turned back to face us, then nearly laughed aloud. "Ho there Sam. I was going to ask if some relief was needed but I'm going to consider myself answered. We can't rightly have you posing like that. It'd be indecent."

The class laughed at that. I turned slightly pink, but managed to hide my embarrassment well enough.

I didn't see too much in the way of a choice so I nodded. "I guess you're right. So yeah. I'll take relief."

"Good. Hurry it up. Er, that is, any volunteers to help him out?" Mr. Nunimeier asked.

The class was relatively small, with only five girls plus Jenna. Two of them raised their hands. I hardly even noticed. As soon as I glanced over and saw Jenna smiling at me with her hand raised, my mind was made up.

"I'll have Jenna help me," I said in a thin voice. I cleared my throat and sat down in the chair up front.

Jenna knelt in front of me and stared up into my face. She smiled up at me nervously and placed her hands on my thighs.

"No way!" Derik shouted. He nearly knocked his easel over as he jumped to his feet.

Mr. Nunimeier arched a brow and gave Derik a hard look. "Excuse me?"

"Well, uh... She shouldn't have to! It isn't fair that the Program can make her do this kind of stuff!" Derik replied.

"The Program does not require Jenna to volunteer to help Sam with relief you know," Mr. Nunimeier replied dryly.

"She still shouldn't have to do it! The Program pressures people into complying with this kinda stuff!" Derik shot back.

Mr. Nunimeier looked like his patience was running out. "Jenna has willingly volunteered to assist Sam with no coercion from anyone. So unless you want to give Sam relief instead, I suggest you sit down and shut up or get out of my class."

Derik stuttered and tried a few times before successfully shutting his mouth. He glared at me as if the whole thing was my fault and took his seat looking quite red in the face.

"Don't worry about him," Jenna said. "He seems to think he's my protector or something."

"It's cool," I replied. "At least he cares."

"Cares too much, maybe," Jenna sighed.

"Ahem," Mr. Nunimeier put in. "If you two don't mind, could we get this underway?"

"I've... never done this before," she whispered quietly enough that only I heard her.

"I'd never done what I did to you either," I confessed.

"What do I do?" She asked. Her hands slowly slid up my legs and one hand gently cupped my balls. Her hand trembled slightly.

"Just do what you did in Psychology," I whispered back. "That should do the trick just fine."

Jenna nodded and I saw her swallow hard. I really hoped she wasn't just doing this to make us even or something...

She gently squeezed my balls for a few moments, testing their weight and shifting them softly in her hands. I'd never been really excited by the thought of getting my balls played with, but it nonetheless sent a shiver of pleasure through me. She continued this for a moment before sliding her hand up and wrapping her fingers around my cock.

She looked up at me, into my eyes as her fingers began to gently massage my shaft, starting at the bottom and working her way up, then back down again. I could feel myself tensing... her touch was amazing. Her hands were soft and silken and glided slowly but surely along my cock, growing firmer and more insistent by the moment. My cock swelled in her grasp and she smiled at me as she continued to run her hand up and down my member.

Jenna's free hand came up to my abs and she began to press her fingers against them, as if trying to push into the muscle. It resisted, but that only seemed to make her smile more. She would find a muscle and trace the length of it with her finger before moving to another and doing the same, sliding her hand across my skin and rubbing at the muscle beneath. I sighed in pleasure and smiled down at her.

The looked she had given me in Psychology was coming back, that fascinating and thrilling mix of nervous hesitation and eager curiosity... her hand sped up. The look on her face was really getting into my head. Her eyes were smoldering and her smile was a mixture of impish pleasure and teasing playfulness. She wasn't throwing out any fancy advanced hand movements, but she didn't exactly have to... just running her soft hands up and down my dick, alternating pressure as she went, her other hand rubbing and caressing my abdomen as she jacked me off was driving me out my mind.

"Am I doing ok? Is this good?" Jenna whispered. I was starting to hear things as I became more and more turned on... I could have sworn there was a throaty, lusty tone to her voice as she asked that.

"Y... Yeah... the spot just below the head is r-really sensitive," I told her.

Her thumb began to press against the spot just below the crown of my dick and I shuddered heavily. Jenna smiled at my reaction and jacked me off harder, working her soft hand firmly along my cock, squeezing the pulsing shaft with her slender fingers. Every few moments her thumb would press against the sensitive spot under my crown and I would shake in pleasure again. Almost all the traces of her nervousness was gone now.

I suddenly had one of those strange flashes where your mind takes you somewhere else. I was back in Anatomy and I could taste her. It was like my tongue was between her legs again, her flavor was in my mouth and her scent in my nostrils and I could feel the softness of her pussy against my mouth and her thighs around my head.

My vision stayed in the moment and I watched her firmly, insistently running her hand up and down my dick. Her fingers gripped and squeezed and she jacked me from root to tip. Her other hand came down to join the first one. Both hands pulled and jacked at my cock, squeezing and massaging. My pre-cum had leaked down from the slit in my cock-head and helped to speed up her hands, making her fingers glide smoothly and wetly across my swollen flesh. The whole time she gazed up at me, never taking her eyes from mine. Her small, pleased smile was unchanged and the thrilling look in her eyes remained. With the taste of her cunt in my mouth, the feel of her hands on my aching cock, and her eyes locked with mine, I lost it.

"Shit," I moaned. "I'm there."

Jenna gasped as a huge spurt of cum exploded from the head of my cock and splashed on the top of her nose, nearly her forehead, and ran down her nose to her cheek. A second burst spattered her along the bottom of her other cheek. It continued right across her lips, the last bit of the glob dripping off her chin and making a gooey splotch on the upper slope of her left breast. Another shot came from my cock, but instead of hitting her in the face or making a mess elsewhere it launched in a gooey rope and coated the inside of Jenna's wide open mouth. I watched in stunned (albeit orgasmic) silence as Jenna's face lowered and I was suddenly enveloped in the heavenly warm grip of her lips. She moaned which caused my cock head to vibrate and my orgasm to intensify even more. Almost the entire head of my dick slid between her full pink lips and I could feel her suckling gently on it as another and yet another wad of cum coated the inside of her mouth. The tip of her tongue shyly slid along the tip, as if coaxing more from the slit. It was all I could do not to arch my hips and thrust my cock deeper into her mouth.

After one or two smaller loads I finally stopped cumming. I took a deep breath and sagged back into my chair. For a moment Jenna didn't move and her lips continued to suckle at my cock before she finally pulled back. She stayed motionless for another moment, her eyes closed and a soft flush of pink coloring her cheek under the white of my semen. A dollop of cum leaked from her over-full mouth. Then she swallowed, hard, and I could feel a bit of life twitch back into my cock at the thought that she had just swallowed a very large mouthful of my cum. She swallowed my cum. I was going to be rock hard in moments if I let myself think about that.

"Wow," Jenna breathed. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

Jenna accepted the towel that Mr. Nunimeier offered her and flushed as the class began to applaud us.

"You tasted nice," she whispered. Her voice was quiet and slightly uncertain again, like she had suddenly realized what she had just done and was still just the smallest big nervous about it. I was totally floored.

"That was amazing," I told her.

"I'm glad I could help... I mean... I'm glad I did that for you," she murmured. She toweled the cum off her face.

I stood up, feeling slightly shaky, and helped her to her feet. "I hope I did as good a job for you this morning as you just did for me," I told her.

"You did quite a bit better, I think," she said with a soft smile.

"Well, as..." Mr. Nunimeier paused and cleared his throat. "Entertaining as that was, if you will take your seat please, Jenna, we can begin."

The applauding and cat calling rose up again as Jenna nodded and sat down in front of her easel.

"Ok. Today Sam will be modeling the male form for us. His posing will be somewhat different, however."

Mr. Nunimeier walked to the props set against the wall and tossed a model sword at me. I caught it and swapped it from hand to hand for a moment as I eyed it.

"The male form," Mr. Nunimeier explained, "Is typically modeled in a much more dynamic way. Males have traditionally been warriors, generals, soldiers, hunters... in art, the male subject is usually one of action and activity. Dynamic, as I said.

"Sam," he continue, "Will give us such a pose today. Something that will show the athletic, competitive, and dynamic flare of the male form."

"Is this a gladius?" I asked.

Mr. Nunimeier looked a bit surprised and nodded. "Yes, I was just about to say that. Well, not a real gladius of course, it's a replica. Now, let's see... hmm. Maybe not a gladius... maybe..."

Mr. Nunimeier trailed off as he took the prop from me and put it away, then tossed me a silver painted spear that was quite a bit taller than me. Oh well, at least it looked more authentic than the crappy excuse for a gladius he'd tried to give me.

I switched the spear from hand to hand, then twirled it for a moment, moving my hands to test its grip and balance. Not a bad weight and heft for a prop. I spun it behind my back and caught it with the other hand, bringing it back around front.

"You're going to break something... oh never mind," Mr. Nunimeier said. "That looks much more your speed in any case. So let's come up with a pose..."

Mr. Nunimeier put me into several "dynamic" poses before finally settling me standing with my legs slightly apart, my body tall and set with a forward attitude. The spear was raised forward and overhead, the tip pointing at an angle toward the ceiling and the shaft braced against my arm further back on the weapon. My attention was centered on the tip of the spear.

Actually, my eyes and face were centered on the spear tip. My attention was actually centered on Jenna. If I had thought she was getting into my head and I was starting to fall for her before then I had no idea what I had gotten myself into now. I wanted to look at her. I wanted to take in the sight of her, her beautiful, her sensual ness, the sexuality hidden just below her surface. She was so perfect. But Mr. Nunimeier had stuck me in this pose, so for the next half hour or so I was determined not to budge.

Jenna

I could hardly believe what I'd done. I had made a boy cum. Not just that, but I had made a boy cum on me. A boy I was crushing on more than anyone I'd ever crushed on before. I felt giddy and embarrassed at the same time. And on top of that, I had actually put his head in my mouth and let him cum in my mouth! And then swallowed it! I never even thought I would do that, but if felt somehow quite natural and enjoyable. His cum was incredibly thick and warm and gooey. It tasted salty and a kind of bitter, but had a surprisingly light flavoring of fruitiness. I liked it... I hadn't just told him it had tasted good to be nice. My body was tingling and my flesh was goosey from the thrill of Sam's meaty cock in my hand. It was exhilarating. I felt incredibly turned on, possibly even more than when Sam went down on me. And having the head of Sam's dick in my mouth... looking up at him and seeing the surprise on his handsome face as I sucked the cum out of his cock... he was so cute. He was so sexy. I almost giggled when I saw the surprised look he had on his face, but I didn't think that would be very smart while cum was being shot into my mouth.