“Fancy getting out of here and going somewhere quiet?” he smiled “Sure” What else could I say he was like Mr nearly perfect? He grabbed my han... and led me down the stairs onto the street. It wasn’t a long walk until we reached a blue Clio. “Are you ok to drive?” I asked him “Yeah sure I only had a couple” Normally If I were sober I wouldn’t have dared get in a car with him like this or let alone someone I had only met an hour if that ago but there was something that attracted me to him. . The smell was rancid. I guess that's what crack smells like. She turned her head enough to see me at the doorway, and I asked her, "Where's my money." She giggled, exhaled a waft of rancid smoke and said, "You're looking at it."Strangely, instead of telling me to fuck off, she said, "Wow, that's right you didn't get off." She takes another toke, passes the pipe to her friend, drops to her knees and pull out my cock. Her friend was a slightly over-weight brunette wearing nice clothes. . "I looked up at the girl for a moment, flooded with conflicting feelings. "What's your name?" I asked, forcing back tears as her little body shook from the sting of sterility. Her legs, aside from the gash, were two of the most beautiful things I had seen in a long time. They started at her slender feet, slipping up to muscular calves and full thighs. She looked like the woman I had first fallen in love with ten years ago, and I could feel the tug of lust for just a moment as her lips. "Don't worry," Carlos called out. "Look, Damon, you're more than twice as long as him, at least five times as thick, and much harder. What a pathetic excuse you are for a man, pussy. Beg Damon for his cock up your ass, you wimp." Walt turned around, got down on his knees, with his asshole sticking up toward Damon. The camera was still rolling. "Please, I'm begging you, please fuck me with that beautiful, huge cock of yours. I need it." "Okay, fag, you asked for it," Damon snarled, derisively..