The box had two locks, one on each end. The locks were the type with a series of rotating numbered barrels. He dialed each barrel to 666 and the locks...popped open with a snap. ‘Yesss.’ The Kid hissed. ‘Totally worth it.’ The box contained a specialized Steyr AUG A3 rifle, an Austrian weapon made for the sole purpose of putting neat holes in someone’s ass with great expediency. He had paid dearly for it, but he justified the expense by telling himself over and over again ‘No one fucks with. Remember, what we did, you, Joey and I must remain between us. As an afterthought she knelt down and took him in her mouth. Five minutes of intense sucking and he came. She stood, smiled and slapped his naked behind. Go. Yeah! he exclaimed. He raced upstairs and got dressed. Barbara continued to make breakfast. Minutes later Brad came back down, dove into his scrambled eggs and bacon and raced out the door while he still chewed his last bit of toast A quarter hour later her husband came down. His boner bounced up straight out in front of him while mine became harder. I was six inches and he measured his to be just short of four inches. I noticed he had foreskin that covered his entire head and it made me jealous. My foreskin only covered my glands so most of my head was exposed. "May I touch it?" I curiously asked."Sure, but be careful," he said."Why?" I wondered."Well it hurts when I pull the skin back," he explained.I reached to place my finger tips on his shaft. It was smooth and. “You’ve been watching me.” A statement, not a question. Not an accusation, either, though. His cock twitched beneath the thin fabric of his pyjama pants, eager to hear more, his mouth eager to taste her Riesling and oh God, so eager to taste anything else she had to offer. She stepped closer, whispering now. “I like being watched, Jon.” He could’ve sworn that she could see his heart literally skip a beat, or four, at these words. She was watching him, waiting for...what? A reaction? His.