Curiously enough, there was another object beside it. A large white popsicle. Even through his narrowly opened eyes, he could not recognize it to be o...f any flavour he knew. He reached inside and pulled it out. It was cold and completely white. Lines of water melted off the sides and dripped to the floor. He observed it minutely in front of his face before letting the tip of his tongue graze along the edge. He tasted water, with the faintest hint of something else. Intrigued, he let his tongue. And he’d watched his single and divorced friends as they mixed and mingled among the finest sweethearts Texas has to offer. He could never pretend to be that cool in front of a woman. He was just another plain old Bob, in a long line of Plain Old Bobs — and Plain Old Bobs were not put together that way.He sat at the far end of the long bar, in order to see the entrance and view the entire room. There wasn’t much to see this time of day. There were only two men at one table and two couples at. Eager to accommodate, I snatch up another 3 fingers of the pudding, and spread it up and down my hairy crack and hole. Staring down at him, I simply say “munch”, to which he quickly obeys. Finally grabbing his own rock hard dick, Kirk begins to pull it like a mad man, while munching down on my 'nanner flavored greasy jock hole. It only took a minute before he came up, and aiming for my chest, blasted his own load across my torso. I scooped up a couple more fingers of the pudding, and running. Sam staredat me with a hunger which suggested that pizza alone would never beenough. "I hate to admit it, but you do look sexy with that cigarette inyour hands." I looked up at him and said, "You do know that I'm not on the menu?" Hissmile grew wide. "We'll see about that," he whispered. I couldn't believe I was actuallydoing this. Drinking, smoking, and contemplating sex with another humanbeing. "If we're ever going to eat that pizza, don't you think youshould put it in the oven?" he asked..