The moans on the other side of the wall told me he wouldn't last long.I have two rules for Glory Hole Cocks. The first, if it stinks I want NOTHING to...do with it. The second, I only suck guys who suck me. They don't have to make me cum, or swallow, nothing like that. But if they won't take my cock into their mouth, why should I suck them?So, I pulled my lips off this short, fat cock, and waited until he pulled back. When he pulled back, my cock followed his cock into his booth. I didn't have to. The song ended and we returned to the bar."It seems that your shooting iron is ready for action," she said softly as they walked back to the bar.I apologized and she smiled as she held my hand tighter as they walked."What's up there?" she asked pointing upwards."That's the old hayloft. Now it's a storage room," I answered."Can we go up there?" she inquired pushing her firm body into me"Yes," I responded and steered her around to the ladder to the upper level. When I gave her a bow and the. "Bad enough to get you sent back to Eden but not bad enough to kill you," Jeff replied, although he was not completely sure of either one of these statements."Billion dollar wound," she mumbled. "Static." We're switching to credits now, remember?" Jeff said. "It's a one hundred million credit wound. Get your terminology right, Drogan."She smiled a little, her hand reaching up to grasp his forearm before falling back down. She soon drifted back into la-la land.They made it to the bottom of the. “Hmmm, perfect.”“Remember the time we lied about our age and sneaked into that little bar downtown?”“Just so I could try a Tequila Sunrise,” she said.“You read in the paper that the bartender there made the best ones in town and just had to try one.”“I thought the name sounded so exotic,” she said. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. “We had some good times, didn’t we?”“The two high school misfits,” he said pensively. “No one else liked us, so we liked each other.”“I still like you,.