There was no particular reason for that choice—I just liked the sound of the name, and it was easy to remember. I cultivated the reputation for Tom ...s somebody who liked to play penny ante poker and could not handle alcohol in any kind of quantity. Despite the aversion to alcohol, the bartenders tolerated Tom for his unfailing good humor, even when he lost at poker.In my Tom Jones persona, I usually didn't visit a saloon until after supper, and I usually visited only one per night. I did that. He sat on the bed and pulled my shorts down. My cock sprung free and Buddy cupped my balls. I couldn't believe he was paying so much attention to me, when the men I usually sucked just wanted a blowjob and then left. He sniffed my dick and licked the very tip. Buddy was so gentle. He pulled my shorts, socks and underwear off and pushed me back on the bed. Buddy licked up my legs and licked my balls. I was gushing precum. He started sucking me. He used his tongue while he sucked me and. I remember the anticipation I felt as he made me wait, my pussy was creaming and then as an honor, he allowed me to drop his pants to the floor. I looked into his eyes and as I held this huge monster in both hands, I kissed just the tip letting my tongue tease the opening. Teasing him further I put just the head in my mouth until he grew into full erection. He grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair to hold my head in place and then shoved his huge cock down my throat. The screen showed the. Looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a car I said, “Um hi.”“Hi,” they replied before asking me. “So did you have a nice time spying on us?”“I uh wasn’t spying,” I replied trying to sound confident only to fail as I stuttered.“I see,” the black haired Latino said to me as she walked around me. Stopping behind me she wrapped her arms around my back and reached toward my hard on grabbing it with her hands she asked. “Well if you weren’t looking than why do you have a hard on?”“I may.