Four

The cum was in his mouth still hot and his hunger was sated, but he knew it would soon return. That worried him. For him, cum was life, and he needed it constantly. Once a day was ok, twice, better, three was usually sufficient. But four. Yeah, four. If given the opportunity for a fourth one, he always took it. It wasn't necessary, he knew. But he could be a total animal for that fourth cock. Surrender his mind and his mouth to it with total lust. He knew at four that he was being a total submissive slut. That is - what nature had made him, why resist? So, down on the floor, on his knees, he spread the fourth guy's legs and looked. A nice one, pinkish white, long, blondish pubes, cut, with a distinct pink tip. In a word, delicious. His mouth salivated and his hunger immediately retuned. He knew it was in charge. The cock. Yeah, the cock was in charge. He had to surrender. He knew he would. He opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out, tickled that pink tip. Ahhhh, that good taste, and now, here we go.......