But that was not what really scared him. What really scared him was the Russian-made assault rifle in the man’s hands. An AK47. Sweet jeezus, he tho...ght, an AK. He’d actually owned on of those, back somewhere in the mists of time. Where did this motherfucker get a goddam AK, he wondered. It even had a huge clip on it. Shit, thought Clipper. I am fifty-five years old, and this is the first time I remember ever looking down the muzzle of a gun like this. That guy with the .22 that time, that. I walked quickly up the drive to the large imposing red front door. A hard rap on the brass knocker and the door was immediately swung open by Julie, Cathy's best friend. "Come on in she said, and make yourself comfortable, the show's just about ready to start," said Julie as she ushered me into the living room, "we've got the house all to ourselves, Cathy's husband and k**s have decided to go bowling to get away from us girls!!!" I looked around the room and exchanged hellos with the women i. Finally I felt the pressure in my balls and rammed hard and deep inside Lex one final time, moaning as I orgasmed, somehow managing several large spurts in my second ejaculation of the night. Remaining inside him, I began jerking him off faster, and soon a jet of white spunk erupted into the air and splattered on his chest, soon followed by another four, then I squeezed more out, which plastered my hands.I withdrew from him, my semen clearly visible coming out of his dark sphincter, then licked. He took out a half bottle of vodka he normally kept for hunting trips and quickly pitched it up. He handed Kota the bottle and said ‘I don’t have any glasses but I hope this will do.’ Kota took the bottle and said ‘It’ll do.’ Clark and Kota sat there for what seemed like hours drinking, talking, and watching the night sky. The night was sultry, the waves crashed against the sandy beach and it was peaceful. It almost seemed perfect. Clark asked ‘Now what do you think? Not all men are the.