Debbie dropped the sponge in the bucket of soapy water."Do you mind if I ask you something?" she said."Sure." He sprayed the rest of the GTO. Only one...side of it had been washed."I heard from some of the girls that you got a really big dick. I don't believe them."He stopped spraying the car. "Which girls?"Debbie shrugged. She had a defiant look in her eyes. "I don't know. Just some girls, ones you probably fucked."He kicked at the hose. "What about it?" Is it true?" What do you care?" You know. The club was packed with people who were dancing and drinking, which made it difficult to get up to the bar.The eclectic mix of patrons would be difficult, if not impossible, to describe in a single sentence. The women were dressed in a variety of clothing that ranged from traditional feminine club attire of short dresses and skirts to more of a masculine 'butch' style leather gear. Similarly, the men dressed in every type of fashion imaginable from traditional Dockers and a polo shirt, to very. Eventually he asked me to remove the boxershort; there I stood naked. I was pretty turned on as he were, I could see a bulge down there. He instructed me to sit on my knees and show my cock, which was pretty hard now. He liked it and began asking questions such as: "you like it hard?", "You want it hard?". As he stood before me, he suddenly lay down his equipment and lowered his pants. A big lump of flesh revealed to me. He took my head and rammed his cock right in my mouth. "You like this big. He has favors on top of favors. This guy has some real juice.”“If you say so,” Taylor said, and let the conversation drop.A minute later they were pulling into a budget motel parking lot on the side of the freeway.“It’s not the Hilton, but...”“It’ll do.”Robles handed some cash to Taylor, who waved goodbye and headed inside.After five minutes Taylor was pushing open the door to a single room at the end of a long, dank smelling hallway. Shutting and bolting the door, Taylor flopped on the hard,.