I took off my towel and begun to stroke my cock. As I did a couple of guys walked in. They looked a bit older than myself and surely very interested i...n what I was doing. We exchanged nods and a quick smile, but I didn’t stop playing with my now excitingly hard cock. The two guys sat on both sides of me and soon both had their cock outs stroking and watching me rather than the screen. I decided to move things along.“I’m John,” I offered. But instead of polite introduction or conversation, one of. . )INTRO #2: I spread apart those well turned legs looking for that divine honey pot that I knew was sure to be there. My practiced eye traveled up one leg until I spotted it. Sure enough, "Miller's Honey Box" was stamped on the side and I knew I had found another antique treasure from the 1920's. The sturdy little piece of furniture had stood quietly in the back of the store... (Please attach rest of story... )INTRO #3: It was a dark and stormy night... (On second thought, skip this one. It's. I expected her to shriek and run out of the room now, but she just stood there in silence, her eyes quickly darting between my face and my erection. I saw her cheeks begin to flush and glow red." Oh God!" she whispered.My fully erect cock is over eight inches long and is quite thick in its girth, extending from a thin bed of light wispy brown pubes at the base that hid nothing. It was now twitching slightly in time with my nervous breathing and rapid heart beat. The foreskin was fully rolled. Sighing with pleasure I walked into the bar, letting the warmth surround me, glancing around, looking for Noelle. Spotting her at the far end, I peeled off my heavy coat and all of my outdoor accessories on my way, revealing ass hugging jeans and a sparkly sequined top. It’s only Christmas once a year, I thought to myself, I may as well dress up for it, even if I was only going to a small town hick bar. When Noelle had called and asked me to meet her at the bar I gladly accepted, looking for.