It always seemed like I was riding some electrical charge that kept me always on edge. No, it didn't take long to figure out the best times to be in ...osition to get as much cock as I could handle. Saturdays noonish the Second Avenue bookstore would fill with businessmen looking for some no fuss hit and run release. I also found that I gravitated to older white guys with white, or greying hair, they seemed to be more vocal and apreciative of a wet sloppy blow job. When I came in that. There it is! The Flamingo motel! I know it’s not a veryclassy looking place but it doesn’t matter. I pull inand see his car parked down at the end. I pull the carin next to his and turn off the engine. I pull on the visor and check my makeup in the mirror.I make a few last minute dabs here and there and applya fresh coat of his favorite lipstick. He told me atlunch last week that bright red lipstick made him melt.I made a point of polishing my nails and toes to matchjust for him. Let's make it a duel, shallwe?"That damn smile. It was nearly enough for Mad Murdock to twitch hisfinger and end this worm before him. The veins of his pulsed as rageflowed through them. Yet he hesitated. The boy was right. If he shot himhere and now Mad Murdock's face would be banned from another town. Slowlyhe slid his colt back into its holster."You got your duel boy. See you outside."Now it was Mad Murdocks turn to smile. Not the boyish kind. A nasty onethat had made many men before. The brunette liked that. Liked it so much he was asking for more.I was concentrating, looking down at my headless cock when I noticed the husband get up off the chair. He got on the bed in front of the brunette. He pulled down the front of his AussieBum speedos and offered up his cock. From what I could see, the brunette gobbled up that cock. The husband and I were now face to face, he grabbed me around the neck and pulled me in, he told me to fuck his husband, fuck him hard, then he.