You’ve never been to the Midtown Pub before, but the ad in the local gay newspaper had shown a shirtless beefy looking guy with a lot of chest hair,...a great bulge in his jeans, and holding a beer bottle in his hand. Sold!But this is your first time in a gay scene that isn’t made up of the young twink crowd. You feel a little like maybe you’re in the wrong place. Slim and fair, though you’re no flaming queer, you’re not the guy from the ad, either. He looked like he was from the cover of. I touched my tongue to it and she gasped. I slid my tongue up the slit and down the right side, up the slit and down the left side. It was small enough that I could cover it completely with my mouth and suck on it while I drove my tongue as deeply into it as I could. It was hot, tight and wet."Ohhh... God... Dan... Yes... feels so... good..."I lapped up her pussy's wonderful nectar. Again driving my tongue into her tight tunnel, I worked on her clit with my upper lip."Fuck... good... Mmm..."She. Nothing, just a little detergent and fabric softener, but they felt so nice and silky, I started to get hard anyway. From behind me I heard “Maybe something not so clean is more your style?” Bard was in the doorway, smiling at me. She came in, went to her suitcase, and pulled out a bag of laundry, removing a damp, beige pair of nylon full cut panties, the ones just worn, handing them to me and saying, I’ll give you a hand”. She led me to the bed, pulled down my shorts, freeing my now. Sara rocked her head back her eyes rolling into the back of her head. THe orgasm hit, and it hit hard. Her body broke Bounty’s grip, and she thrust her hips in the air. Her bladder lets go the instant the orgasm hit. Piss flowed like someone had opened the flood gates. Bounty felt the first droplets of piss hit her face then start arcing up and passed her head. She lifted her head up to get her mouth over the flow. One thing she had learned from Mike was not to waste piss. And damn sure don’t.