I went into the room and saw a regular pair of boxers. In the front it had a humongous pouch in thefront that looked like it would accommodate my pack...age. I took off my pants and let my flaccidnessdangle between my legs. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to fit it all in there but I needed to try. She wentto all the effort of making this for me. I could at least try it on for her. I pulled the shorts up andstuffed myself in them. There were five buttons on them, more than enough to keep me. ," he questioned."A cocksucker," I whispered."A what?" He questioned."A cocksucker," I repeated louder."Get over here and show me," he ordered.I quickly went to him. The admission made, the desire to suck became insatiable. I dropped to my knees, took his thick cock in my hands and stroked it."You're a cocksucker, Greg," he pointed out, using my name for the first time, "Get sucking."I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took the soft cock in.Instantly I felt two things:1. How natural it felt. A couple of times. Please don’t break our hearts.’ Instinctively he reached out, taking both of her hands in his own. ‘I won’t,’ he said simply, smiling at her for the first time since they had begun to talk. She hesitated, and then smiled in return. He let go of her hands and they walked toward the playground. ‘Why don’t you spend a couple of minutes with Cindy and then I will let the three of you go play ball? I think Trish wants to go with you big kids.’ He nodded and caught the running. The more we talked, the more we drank, and the more I got the feeling that Harlow was waiting to ask her back to my room.Who was I to refuse such a pretty lady?I felt like I had to be dreaming as we made our way to my cheap little room. Even though it was late, the L.A. air was stiflingly hot and the nearby traffic maintained its dull roar. Had I not known, I would have thought it was the drone of the ocean.Once inside, Harlow plopped on my bed, nearly spilling the drink she got "for the road.".