Oscar quickly pushed Jake away, removing his wet drooling tongue from between his ass cheeks and hardly spoke, “Its Jake; he wanted to suck my cock;... I am not gay”. Quite inadvertently, he had grabbed himself by the balls to make his cock swell and appear even larger to Smith.“Hey, it does not make no difference to me, man”. Smith said, as he groped himself over his jeans and walked very close to Oscar’s almost open mouth. “We only have to make sure, too many others do not find out of this and. "That stupid prick said the wrong thing to the wrong gal. All jocks are the same, they think just because they are big and good looking, girls fall all over them. It may be a while before he screws anybody. Besides, he's probably a premature ejaculator with a pencil sized dick!"He smiled, and in a very pronounced southern twang said, "I'm Col. Jack Branson, from military procurement. Why don't we slip out of here and get a couple of drinks and give you a chance to cool down and, by the way, I. Butt… FUCKED!” he spat. His thoughts were so much vapor at this point. To top it off, he had mindlessly trapped his thumb in the knot of his tie. With his free hand, he gave the mirror the finger and a defiant, “Go butt fuck yourself.”Nearly strangling himself as he ripped the tie from around his neck, he stormed back into the bedroom, fuming and cursing.It was 7 a.m.With the blinds of the condo drawn against the emerging sunshine outside, the bedroom was cast in a dull, dull grey hue. It. Theyre our god friends too. We like them a lot and we wouldnt fuck them if we didn t like them a lot. Who better to fuck than your friends, Lyn? Lyn was obviously conflicted. I don t know, Dot. I really love you two as friends, but I would feel….I-I don t know what I would feel. It would feel good, Lyn. It would feel very good. You dont mind if I put my arm around Carol, do you Lyn? She implyed that it was a rhetorical question and then turned and faced forward. She wrapped her left arm.