.. More from Fangman: The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson died and went to heaven.At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. ‘...Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.’Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, “I want to hang out with God.’St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.God recognized Arthur and commented, ‘Okay, so you. They move up to your face and I notice you staring at me staring at you. I quickly look down, nervous. I wait a little while until I think you’re not looking and I look back up at you. I admire you from afar some more before you look back up and I look away again. We repeat this game a couple more times. This last time, you have a mischievous smile on your face, but you stay where you are. Something about that smile excites me and gives me confidence. I stand up, undo my board shorts and slip. Moving his jaw in an attempt to ease the discomfort, he tried to make out the feeling of his protesting sphincter clenching the polished steel. In all his self-honesty, he had to admit, he just realized, that once the initial pain had subsided, he had begun to enjoy the pressure against his prostate. At that point, he had even forgotten his initial unease from the scratchy feeling caused by the five o’clock shadow of the man who was blowing him.Between involuntary moans, while reveling in his. We had to struggle to make the house payment.”“You made a great home for me,” Lily said.Wiping her eyes, her mother said, “Let me get your father. He wants to talk to you before the ceremony.”“Okay, Mom.”Tim’s father came out to where Tim was waiting for the bride to be ready. He didn’t know Robert, having only been introduced to him the night before. It surprised him that Tim had someone he thought well enough of to serve as a groomsman, without him knowing the guy.“Hello, Tim, Benny, and ....