After all, we're all relatively happy. Who am I to fuck with fate's plan?My name is Gerald. My friends call me Gerry. It seems pretty normal doesn't i...? The problem is that my parents had a really fucked up sense of humor. Our last name is Louis. See the problem?Yep ... All through school, my teachers would take attendance and the entire class would roll on the floor laughing when they called out Gerry Louis.The name thing actually worked in my favor though. It served as a great ice breaker. So. He had been watching all the action and was jerking off. I straddled him and impaled myself on his hard cock just in time for another guy to ram his hard cock up my ass. We continued for a short while but this too wasn't very comfortable. I let each one finish before moving to the empty stall over. I left the door open bent over the toilet allowing several more guys to take me from behind in whichever hole they preferred. The bathroom was now crammed full of guys with hardly any room to wiggle.. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry for causing so much trouble. I saw thepapers." The papers aren't a problem," I said. "At least, not for me. I was moreworried about what they would do to you. Your picture has been seen allacross America, you know."He sighed, but he didn't deflate like I was afraid he would. I thoughtthat being exposed like he had would cause him to retreat further, but hewas surprising me again. Not only had he not withdrawn, but he seemed tobe standing up for himself again. He. She held my right hand tightly. With each scary scene, her grip on my hand used to get firm…and with her firm grip, my tool was getting unbearable erection. I adjusted it a few times, and she noticed it every time (she was used to it now). During one of the kissing scenes, I held her hand and she gripped it, I got the signal.At 12 midnight when the show ended, we came to the parking and sat in my car, I played the lovely Lata Ji song ‘lag ja gale k phir ye haseen raat ho na ho’, this made the.