I sipped my drink, shook my head, “Whew, that’s strong.” Clemson smiled at the sissy.I asked, in a tone that suggested interest, “So what do y...ou do for a living?”“IT. Group VP at Sprint.”“Impressive.”Modest shrug. Another glance at my boobs. I sat back and raised both arms as I arched my back to stretch. Hey, if you got it, flaunt it.He was working up his nerve. In the unfair universe we all inha bit, he and I both understood I was out of his league. Way out. Looks, brains, character. Boobs. It. The more we talk about the cottage and Bill, the more excited she seems to get. I don't pass up the chance to remind her how much I love seeing them flirt with each other and also how I would be totally fine with more than flirting. Again, she gives me that "I'm sure you wouldn't" look and eye roll.We get to the cottage early in the afternoon and the weather is perfect. Bill is waiting for us with a cold beer. While we move our stuff into the cottage, Bill gets a little fire going. We all grab. But every time he saw her or even thought of her, his eight inch dick got rock hard.He quickly jerked off and then took a shower and got dressed. He had to head over to his sister's house to give his niece her gift before work later this afternoon. It was a sunny day and his sister only lived a few blocks away, so he decided to walk.It was on this walk that things changed. Jack was about halfway between his house and his sister's home when he saw a man dressed in rags heading toward him. Jack. Yet today's headline was enough to catch the eye of any red-blooded American male: countless women throughout the city of Atlanta were stopping men on the street and offering to give them blowjobs right then and there.A few days later, the local newspaper reported the same thing. For one week in September, women throughout Atlanta had been offering blowjobs to men on the street. The article dismissed it as some sort of college prank during rush week at Georgia Tech. Yet one fact that the.