I shook the pee off my dick, squeezed it a little bit and turned toward the little boy.
He didn't even look at me, but simply closed his hand around my dick, started stroking it, then leaned over and took it in his mouth. I wasn't even fully hard yet, and he was already sucking me.
It was a weird situation, but hot. It had been days since I had left my last boy. I missed him so much. Good thing I hadn't stayed longer, or my feeling of loss would have been even worse, I told my self.
Always move on before you get too attached. Those were wise words. I wondered why so few lived by them