“That would be in Franks bucket as you call it.”“LOL - you have heard about the bucket.”“Yes and the crumbs and blind mice. It is refreshing... to hear how different generations name some of the things that we do.”“I do not have access to Frank’s bucket. I only get alerts related to embassy security. Everything else I have to develop on my own. I don’t really need the whole bucket, I just need Africa and the Middle East where I have men stationed. I think your geographic location demands you have. Josh Beverly, a neighbor who lived twenty miles south of us, greeted us as we entered the feed store. "Walter, Davy, meet Matthew Spinner. He's a seed salesman who knows every joke Joe Miller ever wrote, I bet."Pa nodded to the short, soft, round stranger, careful not to squeeze his hand too hard. "By golly you're a big 'un." he grinned as he greeted Pa.Pa smiled briefly and seated himself on an upturned wooden case. It always made Pa a little embarrassed when people mentioned his size or. We headed over to a corner of the club where it was little quieter.“I’m John” said the guy“Nice to meet you, I’m Dave” I repliedWe stood there and chatted for a while about various things before John came out with“Do you fancy some fun?”“What kind of fun you got in mind?” I responded“I know somewhere quiet we can go to get to know each other a bit better” John saidI was quite drunk by this time and probably would have agreed to anything“Why don’t you show me then” I repliedWe put our drinks. You run your hands down my back and once your hands reach my ass you lift me up. I wrap my legs around you as you walk to the bedroom. You set me down on the bed. You pull off your shirt as I slowly kiss your stomach and sides. I start to undo your jean shorts. I slowly slide them and your boxer briefs down. I start to kiss and lick all around your cock moaning as I do. I slowly slide my tongue up and down the shaft of your cock. On the way back down your shaft I lick and kiss the head of your.