As Eileen was a matronly woman, I put a plan into action. I bought a copy of a men’s magazine called “Plumpers” and left it in my open book bag ...hat I left unzipped and sitting on the floor in the back of the shop at the little table we sat at and ate lunch and whatever. As I’d hoped, Eileen noticed the mag, and said something. We were sitting at the table after closing one evening and I was helping her enter the checks onto a deposit slip to take to the bank. She saw the mag, her eyes perked. I took it in my hand and felt how heavy he was and then I started stroking. He leaned further into the chair and spread his legs for me to get between them. I started licking up and down the sides of his cock, moving my tongue in circles around the tip, before taking just the head of his cock in my mouth and sucking. As I was doing this I was watching his eyes, and then I slid my mouth further down his cock, moving one of my hands up to play with his balls. I heard him moan and then he tangled. He bucked as the guy that had been squeezing his tackle reached under his corded thigh to do just that, almost lifting his leg in his eagerness to bore into his hungry arse. It was still fairly tight, Mitch made sure of that with regular exercises and tightening gels, but the arselips were puffy and raw, and scratched by guys fingernails and whatever other shit they snuck in there while he performed on stage. Once a guy had even rammed a lighter up his hole, a big steel canister that had. After we got the sound system installed, we went for a drive to test it out. I showed them around town then drove up to the lake. It was a sunny warm afternoon, so we could sit outside the open doors of the van listening to the latest hits on the stereo CD system. The next morning, Steve and Kirk decided to go their separate ways. Steve had a couple of errands to run and wanted to buy some clothes. Kirk said he wanted to putter around with his van. By mid morning, I was bored with the.