The girl who was blowing him pout at his refusal, intensely staring at him, lust filling her brown eyes. Breathing deeply while returning her stare, h...e would like to shove his dick back in her mouth, but he knows it is not going to end well if he does. He makes a motion, inviting them to dress up. He watches them as they cover their dazzling bodies, feeling his desire to fuck them another time.“Steve, come here,” Jonathan says softly, having already accompanied his partner out. Steve looks at. Me they'd probably just slap around, fuck once or twice and let go." Oh, sounds delightful... any idea how best to avoid that?" Well, of course, be respectful, other than that, play it by ear. He's a walking case of small-dick syndrome, with good cause from what I hear, so be polite. Don't kiss ass, though. You kiss ass and he's going to walk all over you and we still won't get what we want. The last time I heard anything, which was about six months ago, he was already tired of Tamara but I. I don’t know why she thought I was disgusting. She told me I smelled. I showered on the Three Rivers, however. She was most rude. It was, in general, a most unpleasant ride. I know being poor and being on a crowded Greyhound bus could make one cranky, but she was pushing it, quite frankly.About two hours into it, I told her to shut her mouth or I would shut it for her.“What are you going to do, Gramps?” she asked me.Gramps? Dear god. I was 33! I admit I had a beard and my skin was a bit craggy. I had never done it before out of fear of catching something but admitted it had always been a fantasy of mine so I told him we'll see how it goes.It had only been about 10 mins since we first started talking and I was on my way up to his house. That was a nervous and exciting walk, all I could think about was that question about bareback. By the time I reached his house I had convinced myself to try it out.I nervously knocked on his door, I had no idea what he looked like or what his name was..