I have a fairly big dick - 8 inches which most guys out there wish they were packing. I'm what they call a "grower" and not a "shower" which means tha... my dick looks very small when it's soft, but it gets nice and big when it really counts. And he saw it get big enough in that crowded locker room to know that. He was the opposite - a definite "shower" with around 6 inches of soft dick which probably grew to more than my 8 inches when it was fucking time. And FYI to you readers - I really like a. Lucky guy! An hour or so go by and the first couple leaves. Thank god I'm thinking. The chain reaction starts and in the next 20 minutes everyone else decided to leave too. "Finally" I say to Mya as I walk to lock the door. "I didn't think they would all stay that long." "It's fine" she says. "I like your friends. I had a lot of fun." She came and gave me a kiss. "Would you mind if I smoke some weed?" I ask. "Those friends don't smoke." She tells me to go for it so I go to my room and grab my. ~~Damien~~“Hey Damien!”Damien got up from his seat on the roof, and walked over to the fire escape on the side of the building. He held out his hand, and Fiona took it, pulling herself up and joining him.“Hey.”“What’re we doing up ‘ere?”“Wanted to update you, in private.”She raised a brow, and wandered around the rooftop, hands behind the small of her back against her brown, leather jacket. “Update? So ... not a date?”He couldn’t help but laugh. How had he not seen that coming? He really was a. Please.”“Oh Gary, I can’t. It is not right. We can’t do this,” I said, almost crying, my voice shaking.“Please, mom. Please.”I remained silent for fifteen seconds or so. In a strange way, I felt like I was not even in control of my own body; I felt like I was outside watching this surreal situation unfold. I felt that I was more of an observer than a participant.I slowly released his hand despite knowing we should not do this. And as I released Gary’s hand, I knew that I was going to permit my.