“Mike, can you be a dear and stop by with some carbon paper and correction fluid from the office? I just did my hair and don’t want to go out with...it looking like this in public.”I promised to be there in about an hour and hoped she was not in a mood for something more than a re-supply of office supplies. I knew that once she sat on my lap or started fooling around with my hair or ears, I would soon be “burying the salami” as deeply as possible in one of her available openings. I was on a tight. Monstrous, isn’t it? It came with the house; that’s how old it is." He let me go and gestured toward it with a flourish. "Care to try it? Find out how well all that swimming has developed you?”“Guess so. How does it work?”“Give you a hint. This one works even better once your clothes are off.”Dignified Mr. Weston using an adolescent’s line? It was disorienting. He must have seen the change in my expression, because he qualified, “Only if you’re comfortable with that, of course,” then sat on the. She likes fucking, even strange fucking with strange men in a dark park” and he stuck “Charlie” deep inside me and my hands and feet were released from their grips. My body liked “Charlie”…”Churning” “Fucking” “Charlie.” He stuck me deep, taking my breath, making me dizzy.I lifted my knees and held on for my final fuck and his tobacco breath was at my mouth, licking at me, I opened my eyes, he was good looking and sweaty and naked and I held his chest on mine and let him fuck me hard as he. Another guy ran up and fellin line huffing as Chuck took the steps first beforehanding the driver his monthly bus ticket to punch.The guy behind him doing the same as Chuck swung into thefirst seat empty. The bus wasn't full as it smoothly movedahead and into traffic. The guy boarding behind him alsofell in behind Chuck's seat."Hey!" He said as Chuck glanced back casually beforeturning to face forward again."Hey!" Chuck said in that same casual tone that guys usewith other strange guys."So, how.