" You reached down and unbuckled my belt, then pulled it free from the belt loops and cast it aside. "No," you declared. "This time we do it my way. I... do NOT want your 'hard manhood'." "You don't?" I replied, puzzled. Your fingers quickly unclasped my trousers and pulled my zipper down. "No," you said, then paused, a look of indecision passing over you, which was then replaced by one of determined resolve. You took a deep breath, pulling my stiffness free and stroking it with your fingers.. “Let me pay for your cab at least,” he offered.“I’m walking,” I shot back as I walked out of the lounge.“Well then, let me walk you home.”After declining his offer three times I finally relented. This man was persistent. We talked on the walk home, getting to know each other - a step most women take prior to letting a man rub up against them. He was from Atlanta and had come down to West Palm for a few days to attend Sunfest. He was thirty years old and worked as a personal trainer. I was not. "Kyle, have your flooded your slut mother's belly yet" Kyle looked over at Garry as his face turned red from embarrassment."Yes, Master," he answered."Good. I see Bernard's doggy cum leaking from Michelle's ass and I want you to clean her up. Lick up the cum running through her pussy and then shove that tongue up her ass and get the cum there so that she stops leaking. Even as Kyle paled at the thought of licking up Bernard's cum and shoving his tongue up his mother's ass to eat that cream pie,. Both men took off their shoes. They continued to disrobe, shirts, jackets, trousers, underpants, all was thrown on the front seat. Bill watched as Sam’s hard cock slapped against his stomach as he took off his underpants. Bill’s knob peeked at the top of his pants. The men were erect and breathing heavily once they were finally naked.They hugged together and kissed, clumsily at first and then with more passion and accuracy. The inside of the car smelled of sweat and cologne. Both men were.