At first, I would gag some, but over time, I developed a taste for it. I came out of the army without a hint of homosexuality on my part, but a real t...aste for cum. Returning to my hometown, I found a job at a service station pumping gas. Yes back then attendants did the pumping. I started dating a young lady named Debbie who was two years behind me in school and had recently graduated high school. Debbie was cute, a bit plump but had very nice tits and ass. Even though I was dating Debbie, I. " He babbled on. "Can't stand the shit. Stick it, don't lick it." He giggled.I filed that bit of trivia mentally. "It's not ... pussy. At least not directly. It's a pheromone mix designed to attach itself to the dopamine section of the brain. That's the section that controls sex. Well, in part. At any rate, I'm telling you this now because I can see your pupils dilating slowly. You see, you're drunk."He giggled. "No shit." But not on the alcohol you drank at the bar. That was just a. "Well, Mr Irwin did have something to say about it, and my dad was never promoted, although he traded being a junior high school teacher for becoming a college professor, and upon his retirement he was named Associate Professor, Emeritus. But petty Mr Irwin was superintendent of schools when I graduated from high school and I faced the unwelcome experience of receiving my diploma from him and, of course, shaking his hand.My mother later told me Dad said, "Thank you, Bill" after the school. “I hate postponing this, but I’ve got to deal with it before it blows up in our faces.” He hobbled to the door, trying to wiggle into his shoes as he buttoned his shirt and rushed out the door.Al picked up a complimentary copy of the day’s Greenville Gazette at the front desk. Wanting privacy, he headed back to the elevator, where he met Gary and Delilah exiting as he prepared to enter.“Whoa, hold on,” Gary said, pushing him back into the hotel lobby. “You make it difficult for your security to.