With me sitting sideways, my legs out the car door, he undid his pants and pushed them and his underwear to the ground. With one hand on the back of m...y head he stepped forward and presented eight inches of uncut cock. “Open up,” he commanded as his cock pressed against my lips and I obeyed. He slid into my mouth holding my head now with both hands and began fucking me. There was nothing to do but try to keep from gagging when he pushed too deeply. There was no tongue play, no technique. I just. "And at that point I'm, like, thinking, "If Warren giving Kenny a blow jobisn't hard core, what is?"But I didn't say anything and Coach continued, "But there is some nudityand touching and feeling involved. But if you're not too shy about yourbody you can make a few bucks."Okay, now we were at the part that I liked so I asked, "A couple ofbucks? What's a 'couple'?" Oh, I can pay up to $100 for a session," he replied."That's not enough," I said, "I get $25 an inch."He looked confused for a. On the homefront there was widespread hunger, no coal reserves for the winter, and other goods and services to the people. Inflation was out of control. Not as bad as it would be ten years into the future, but bad nonetheless. Talk of mutiny in both trenches were in the air. In mid 1918 no one envisioned that the war was near its end.Frank and Yvette were walking along the left bank of the Seine River. They were holding hands like two young lovers instead of being married for almost three. It tasted amazing, manly with a slight musk but somehow sweet. I savoured the feeling for a few seconds then withdrew it, licked the length of the shaft and round the head before devouring his cock.He stroked my hair gently as I sucked his cock."Oh God, that's good" he whispered.I barely noticed as I hungrily bobbed up and down on his shaft, occasionally stopping to lick the shaft or nibble on his balls."Oh, fuck me. You were born to suck cock."I glanced up to see him with his head titled back.