It'd be a stretch to say he was an idol, but I suddenly became a little star struck.He poured some whiskey and told me stories about his career, how m...ch money he made, who he'd fucked, on- and off-screen, and some hilarious stuff behind-the-scenes. After about an hour, and a couple more drinks, I had a question."Did you start in gay porn?" Absolutely. And here's the thing, man: sex is sex. Porn is theater. You think I liked some of those women I fucked? No, man, I was acting. I'm not. Let's hear it." Nope," Paul refused. "We've been through this before, haven't we? I don't sing." You did fine with 'Some Kind of Wonderful', didn't you?" Dave countered, pressing the matter. "And this isn't really singing. All you have to do is say 'rolling' a few times. It's like a vocal bass line. Piece of cake. I'd do it if I could."That logic won out, and Paul acquiesced. The truth was, Paul's trepidation about singing was somewhat justified; he really wasn't much of a vocalist, even when. ”“Do you think he has any idea what we really do here?”“None at all. The bigger the cock, the smaller the brain. But soon he will be in too deep to escape. Now, come here and fist my cunt, there’s a good girl…”~Chad descended the stairs of the Princess Asshole Hospice, let himself out through the front double doors, walked a few yards, and turned at the first opportunity into a narrow alleyway. Mindlessly, he unzipped his fly, took out his damp slimy cock, fapped it back into an erection,. I subtly slide my fingers under her top feeling her rock hard nipples. That’s when the bartender interrupted, “Good day you two love birds, can I get u a drink?” I looked up to see this massive hunk standing in a speedo, behind the bar. Both my wife and my eyes gravitated to his bulge. My jaw dropped and I felt my cock jump in my speedo. The funny thing was my wife felt the same excitement, and looked into my eyes and smiled. What a cock outline I thought and im sure my wife was.