"Well... , Son," he said, glancing sideways at the boy. "How does $3.00 dollars a day strike you? Would that be fair?"The young boy couldn't believe h...s ears. "Sure, but you don't have to pay me, Uncle Homer," he said."Well, you know what the Good Book says, 'A laborer is worthy of his hire.'" Well, okay," the boy said, after thinking it over for a moment."Would you be sure to let my Pop know it was your idea? I don't want him to think I ask you for money," the boy said.The old man smiled and. I sat down on the floor cross-legged, eyes level with their connection point, and watched he renewed his efforts to cum inside her.His eyes were fixed on mine and he had this mixed smile, half smiling and half grimace, wondering why one so young could express such an interest in the act of copulation now enacted before her young eyes.'Do you like it' he was whispering to me and my eager nodding in the afirmative, only served to encourage him into further renewed effort on top of her ass.At one. “You just said several and, obviously, I couldn't ask you in case you got suspicious and realised what I was planning, so I had to guess.”“Jesus Bill, how fucking many?”Annie was not unfamiiar to sex with strangers, she'd been dogging a number of times and had sex on the nudist beach down at Llanbedr. She'd driven home filled with the cum from quiet a few strangers on lots of occasions. She realised that when she'd told Bill about her fantasy she'd said it involved anal sex. She was no newcomer. Devers."If it's two guys -- well, they could learn that size isn't everything, that it's how you use what you've got that counts -- or something," I finished awkwardly, ignoring Matt's skeptical snort. I don't suppose anything will ever get rid of that testosterone fueled mine-is-bigger'n-yours locker-room competition. A closeted gay as a sophomore, during his Program week Matt had faced his own special challenges. Now a senior, still not formally out of the closet, he regularly defended gays.