It said its species had been dying out, so he fled his home to try and find somewhere he could live on. It told me it would make me immortal, if I hel...ed him to live on. I was almost at the end of my road, so I gladly agreed to help it. So to this day I have been enticing people to come here of their own accord, so that my partner could use there energy to live on. I was suddenly very afraid. If this was true, would it be draining the life out of me? I began to struggle violently and screamed. "Georges held out his palms, looking pained, waving at the window, "Mr. Wayne, I am the hardest worker in all the warehouse--other than my amigo here, of course--but there is no work right now."Wayne went over and peered out the window. "Nope. None at all. Looks like we could use only about a hundred pallets of empty cans hauled up here from down below. Just in case you forgot. You know, that's what we do around here. We take the corn, and we put it in cans. Of course, we can't do that if we. Been told many times that it sits high and round, which might explain why I tend to attract top men. I drove about an hour to get into the city and my first gay bar. Back then they were not as open and were in industrial sites or alley ways. This one was no different. Being a Saturday night, the place was busy with an assortment of men. After ordering a beer, I nervously walked around as many eyes were upon me. Fresh meat, I guess. One man in particular caught my attention, a middle-aged black. ‘How much did you see?’ I asked, still covering my cock, but trying to sound brave. ‘I saw you two doing it, and I saw Nancy put your cock in her mouth.’ As she spoke she was actually grinning. Then came the bombshell. ‘Uncle Steve, let me see your cock again. I’ve never seen one properly.’ I said no, but then she played her trump card. ‘If you don’t, I’m going to tell Dad, and he’ll tell Granny and Grandpa.’I took my hands away and realised that I was getting hard again. The idea of Fiona.