His ex-girlfriend never made him feel like this. He always felt barely one step above a vibrator (or even a shower head) when he had finished servicin... her. The climax he would give himself after this always left him bored and dissatisfied with sex."Is this it?" he had always found himself thinking after his semi-hard cock had trickled out a few drops of cum when his girlfriend had finally let him enter her in their pitch-dark bedroom.Now, he knew the answer to that question: That, was not it.. A Mustang, maybe, black and sleek. That would work.Fuck, I definitely should get a new car. I could do whatever I wanted.Smiling, I stuck my keys in the ignition. Hopefully it would start. The engine cough, sputtered. I feathered the gas and, for a moment, I feared my car wouldn't start. Finally the engine fired up noisily. Relieved, I drove up the street to the Best Buy and parked my car. I didn't bother to lock it. There was nothing in the car except trash. And anyone was welcome to take. I need you like I need air, but I would rather suffocate without you than make you think the less of me."Her smile is accompanied by a single tear that rolls down her lovely cheek. She takes hold of my hand and says, "Come, Henry, let's get a room. I need to be near you."I stand slowly, then help her up. I walk proudly with her at my side to the hotel check-in and take an upscale room with a king-sized bed. Arm-in-arm we stroll to the elevator. I feel the pressure of her lovely shoulder on my. I made many friends, had a lot of free drinks and sucked a lot of cocks. Well, after dreaming about my past for a while I must have given off a scent that attracted the young, handsome guys a couple seats down. We started talking about the baseball game and joking around. When they got another round of shots they gave me one. We continued partying together as they moved to either side of me. My freshly shaved pussy was aching for cock. I was sneaking looks at the bulges in their jeans and they.