"Me either." I answered, not really having anything else to say.I scouted the spot, so I was navigator. We had little other dialog. Not really the poi...t for two straight guys about to suck each other's cocks. "Git'er done" as we say in Texas.We pulled into a secluded spot in the back of a crappy apartment complex that seemed as likely to have d**g deals going on as straight dudes blowing each other for fun. "I should do you first cuz I'll lose interest after I cum," I said, afraid I might feel. We had fun throwing suds and the sponge at each other and then spraying each other with the hose. By the time we were done we were soaked. Wes was so funny. He'd walk into the garage and pretend to be doing something near the door, then look away any time one of us looked at him. Then he decided to clip some bushes in front of the house. Later, we took the shirts off and laid out in the back yard on blankets. I saw him peeking out of his bedroom window a couple of times, but he didn't follow. Like him, I’m choosing to set all my bimbo stories in a fictional town. Mine is an island I’ve named Vaunt Isle. Other than that connection, every bimbo story is a standalone. They are predictable stroke stories usually in the first person. They are also extremely unrealistic in countless ways. You have been warned, so please to enjoy!* ‘Any more questions?’ I asked without really asking. I made it extremely clear over the course of the year that I didn’t like stupid questions. Whomever said. Sadly, for her, her boyfriend of the last two and a half years, was too much of a fuckwit to fully appreciate what he had in her, neither her fab figure, her lovely attitude, or her devotion. The miserable little shit had begun to cheat on her, it happens, but this dim bugger had been getting a regular portion, with one of those few girls in that college that was faithful and caring, a pretty lady who would have been in high demand had she not been his devoted lover. Now our dim-witted friend.