Troye looked down between them, at his hole. The robot’s cock had grown to twice its thickness, thicker than Troye’s arms. Troye’s hole looked s... hot being stretched so much, the outer skin of his anus held the cock like a glove. It looked impossible. The hair that fell over Troye’s face was wet with sweat. Rambo held on to some pipes on the wall to balance, but the extreme sexual force mistakenly broke the pipes and the exposed wires sent an electric shock surging through Rambo, through his. "Laney Hon, three twenty two is here. You sure you want to go through with this babe? It's not too late to pull out." Aw thanks Trish, me and old three twenty one will be just fine. Could you turn the lights down a notch or two please, and some music would be good, just a little light classical eh?"The room dimmed appreciably and Barbers Adagio for strings, coming from the floor speakers replaced Trisha's voice. "A bit less with the volume, okay" Laney shouted although it wasn't necessary.A. Did he know Daddy was home? What if he hadn’t… I had to make my mind stop thinking about frights and ghosts and tragedy somehow. After I finished the kitchen and living room, I snuck by the open basement door and listened. Nothing. I ran upstairs and got my laundry and started it washing while I had time. I finished the front room and as I was putting things away, I heard something out in the garage. So that was where he was. I relaxed, because he would be out there a while. He was. Cabana boys, mostly thin guys like me withsmooth skin and just slightly on the muscular side. Freddy and the'Fag-Hag' enjoyed making them over to look androgynous and pretty.Our solid muscled master/lover stated that his pal, Dale suffered undertwo illusions: That there was merely one gay dating scene, and that allgay people are supposed to like other gay people in some sort of fuzzybrotherhood."Wrong...wrong...All Wrong!" Freddy had to add for emphasis. I blinkedmy baby blue eyes at Freddy in.