Now that is how one celebrates a birthday. OK, as birthday meals go a good steak would have been better but it was not in the plans even though it was...my birthday. It sure as hell beat the ‘eclectic’ place my wife had dragged me to earlier. Happy Birthday number 38 to me. Yup, it is my birthday and while I am not big on celebrating it you would think I could at least eat at a place of my choosing. However I am married and as most married men know your life is not your own. You get married and. "I'd stomp his ass," John told me. "It's hard to believe you'd agree tomeet me here, is all, in the men's locker room." His hands swept aroundmy buttocks and pulled my crotch into his face.I pushed away from him. "I agreed to meet you here," I told him, "not tofuck you here."He glanced up at me, a nasty look on his face. "You backing out?" Therewas a threatening tone to his voice, and I understood clearly what hewas intimating. If I didn't let him have his way with me, he'd spreadthe rumors. "Just go back to your apartment and jack off there, not out here!" Gladly."I grinned, as my eyes still were closed and I stood up.I kept my eyes shut the time being, but after a few seconds, I felt two tongues cleaning my face off. "Thank you for helping Miranda out." Your welcome." What is the meaning of this?" an older female questioned.We all peeked over at her."Oh, hello, Ms. Skank," I greeted her."You know damn well it is pronounced 'Slank', Hannah. Why the fuck are you three naked out. I had already been in the guest stateroom, so I stepped inside the master suite and was floored. It was spacious and beautiful with full windows running nearly the length of both sides, an enormous flat screen just inside the door that occupied the entire wall, and of course a beautiful king sized bed. The master bathroom was similar to the guest bath, but larger, with two vanities and a much larger walk-in shower.As I finished surveying the master suite, I turned to see Kurt leaning against.