On the way he asks me what I thought about our night. So I ask him if that last bar was a gay bar. He said yes. Then asked if that was ok. My reply, �...�Can I suck your dick?”Before I could even finish my question he had his big dick pulled out of his jeans! It was a solid 8” and thick. Without even thinking about it I threw my cigarette out of the car window and dove into his thick cock. I couldn’t even wrap my hand all of the way around this b**st!For the entire way back to his place I couldn’t. At one point some of them had been in the pool and all but one (Tom) had got out. The others were telling him to get out, but he wouldn’t. Kirsty (the most outspoken of the girls) started ribbing him. She said that she bet he’d got a hard-on looking at Debbie and me. Tom denied it, but his face was red. Anyway, the others picked up on it and went in and dragged him out. Yes he did have a hard-on, and it was peeking out of the top of his trunks.Debbie joined in and went and stood over him (the. Admiring myself in the mirror, I tugged the triangles slightly further apart, widening the patch of bare skin of my generous chest. I completed my outfit with cut-off jean shorts, a tight, thin white t-shirt adorned with an image of Mighty Mouse (distorted by my breasts), and a pair of ankle-high canvas sneakers. I looked in the mirror; I looked pretty damn good for someone who was about to spend their day slogging around a creek. Looking at my d**gstore wristwatch, I saw I was dangerously. Burns hurled his warm-up jacket off and stalked up the isle toward the hecklers, his arms bulging from the recent pump produced by his championship lifts. They were street wise boys, you could tell, and his advance did not bother them. They were big boys, and there were after all two of them. Upon reaching them, Mr. Burns arms flashed out with amazing speed. Grabbing each by their leather collars, thrusting each single handedly into the air. Pinned off the ground to the wall with their feet.