I was honed and tanned from working construction and a week’s vacation in the surf. The young women, smelling sweetly of oil and girl sweat, eyed me... appreciatively and murmured apologetically as they were pressed backwards even more tightly against me as more passengers got on. The bus started up once more, making its swaying, rumbling way down the beach, the back of the bus very warm from all the perspiring bodies. I had become distinctly aware of the pressure of the dark-haired girl’s. His beak was navy-colored to match his arms and feet, and the malleable portions of his lips smiled as his dazed green eyes glimpsed downwards.He was sporting the father of all morningwood erections. His curved navy-hued dick arched at attention as if performing a full salute. His oblong glans appeared fairly swollen, and he was sure if he gave them a poke he'd be beading preseminal. For a moment, he just stared at his own penis, watching it twitch and throb at his own command."Damn. Now, who. The usual disclaimers apply, of course. This would probably be a PG story ifthere were PG ratings out there. It is a work of fiction; any similarity betweenanyone living, dead, or undead is wholly unintentional and anyone who thinksotherwise needs to seriously get a life. I'm dedicating this story to the following authors: Janice Dreamer, Wendy-J, P.J. Wright, LRochelle, and Anne Phorcy, otherwise known collectively as myCheerleaders. You all are the greatest and inspire me with your. I pulled over, in behind Jim’s truck.“What’s going on, guys? I guess this is working like I hoped it would.”Jim shook his head. “Yeah, slightly. We got this up early this morning, and since we’re doing the site work for your temporary headquarters, we had Ark Valley come out to put in the temporary meter. They saw this, and ... well, this is just AFTER all the fun, only one of their trucks is left.”Marcia walked over from where she’d been standing at the Ark Valley truck. “Nothing like making a.