Summer Cockbuster: Going With The Flow
Jeff and I drain each other in more ways than one “Aww shit, we’re out of mayo,” I moaned, rifling through the condiments in the fridge door. Jeff grabbed his dick out of his shorts and held it out like a squirtgun. “I got your mayo right here.” “Gross. You do not.” On this particular Friday, my buddy Jeff and I were making dinner at his place. Just burgers, nothing fancy. We were more than buddies, actually, although we were certainly that: we hung out regularly, and d...