There was however a fun little side effect to Mark getting shit faced on all that stuff. It made him very kinky! Sometimes he didn’t even remember w...at he did the night before. Mark had a great big cock that was curved like a banana when he had a big boner. He’d slam me so hard with that huge thing my guts would be sore the next day. When my English boss I was fooling around with sucking his cock all the time made me to horny I'd call Mark my fuck buddy for a good lay. There was no miss. My interactions with people were always within careful limits. I didn't piss people off and I didn't excite them either. I had no opinions that were worth sharing, and I was the world's worst joke teller.Now that you have a pretty good idea of what I had to offer the world, you can fully understand why I was surprised and stunned when Marsha Trent started casually chatting with me, on a daily basis. I was not the only one to notice her interest and after a few short weeks, I was getting teased. I kept it in a the bottom of a plastic tool box. It wasn't much of a place to hide it, but it had to do for a short term hiding place. I still had ten thousand in bug out money hidden in the car. My problem was the same as every other person selling an illegal product. I had way too much cash for the lifestyle I could afford on paper. Fortunately, I did it for the thrills not the cash. I still lived the same as I always had. Even so it still accumulated.I put a wad of cash in the sink and. I was jogging along a country lane, trying to work through my feelings about last night. Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday, and Mary my girlfriend had promised me sex for my birthday present. We stripped our clothes off and as I stood there naked she burst out laughing. She pointed at my cock and through tears of laughter said, “What are you going to do with that thing? You should be a girl if that’s all you have.”I looked down at my cock, it is almost three inches when hard and.