. go anyway. After all, this was Boystown, and most or at least some of the gay and liberal population were likely to be okay with this. Some, maybe, ...but definately not all. And very likely, not the police! Dave riffled through the other booty shorts in the box, and they all looked just as small. He chose a couple, and tried them on. No luck. The third one was even shorter than the first one! So Dave put the first one back on, starting to get real nervous. "Well I guess I'd better get used to. He had stood up and wouldhave been on his way out, however, I offered a blow job and he stopped infront of the bed. I undid his belt, opened the button of his jeans andslid the zipper down. Grabbing the jeans and his briefs I lowered themand pushed him back on the bed and got down on my knees with his cockinches from my mouth. I used every technique that I had acquired.I licked his shaft from the base to the tip, using my tongue I frenchedhis pee hole ran my tongue around the glans then. K. I said hello and had the usual small talk. over the next couple of days I kept bumping into them coming and going to the bar. One day at lunchtime I met them heading for their room and they had a couple of bottles of wine, after a bit of chat they said to come up and see them later. After 5-6 pints I decided to get a carry-out and go and see them, I knocked on there door and a robed Yvonne answered and she looked a bit merry with the wine, she let me in and went to the roof terrace where. Kayla walked upstairs and in a minute or two we could hear Doug's pacing stop. Julie and I sat on the couch kissing and whispering about what might be happening upstairs.Our kissing and petting progressed to the point where my hands had pushed up Julie's bra under her top. Her breast overflowed my hand as I rolled her hard nipple between finger and thumb. She was aggressively stroking my cock through my pants as we kissed. The harder I squeezed her nipple the harder she stroked. I feared I was.