“Oh, the other guy wasn’t gay either, but he really seemed to enjoy getting me off. Maybe you would too!”I couldn’t believe how up front this ...uy was being. I also couldn’t believe that my dick twitched slightly in my athletic shorts. Was I getting a little hard?“Sorry, not gonna happen,” I said.“Are you sure? You might find that you really like having my big dick in your mouth.”He was just getting bolder and bolder. But my main concern was that my own body seemed to be betraying me; my dick. (And I can see how well that worked the last time. I've only _got_ the one soul...)Brian ran his fingers though his hair.(Okay, so I deal with it like any other problem. Figure the constants,plug in the variables, and accept the answer even if I don't like it.First, again...) He thought wryly. (Start thinking in female terms.Second...)She took a glimpse at that memory overlay again. (I could just be able to make this all work out.)A shadow of the demon's grin passed over her own face.Nov 1. You grip firmly onto my ass, as I wrap my legs around your hips, "You want it harder, Jodi?" you grunt in between strokes. "Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" I moan, my nails clawing at your back. Just as the washer begins to shake in the spin cycle, you withdraw, taking your cock out completely. You don't even give me a chance to complain, as you pull me off the washer. You, then, turn me around and forcefully push my head down onto the washer, sticking my ass high in the air. Still holding me down, you. .I'm impressed." He felt her hand gently move it around." Are you examining me, or helping me pee?" He asked."Oh, right." She said. He felt the tip of his penis push against the plastic lip of the container."Is it safe to go?" Wait." She said, "Your damn dick won't fit in the mouth of the bottle." Seriously?" Don't act all modest on me now, Mr. I'm-Long." Sorry I don't make a habit of fucking gatorade bottles, could you just hold it in place for me?" Yeah, I guess so." She said, and he felt her.