I had an audience now and several guys gathered to watch and encourage me.“That’s it, cock sucker!” one guy exclaimed as he intently watched me ...low the swollen cock extended through the hole. “Work that faggot mouth on that cock and make it shoot down your throat!”I was able to stand with the gloryhole at nearly eye level to lewdly blow the man in front of me. I did need to bend slightly, and knew my tight ass was an open invitation. It wasn’t long before I was rewarded with a pair of firm yet. Both of our first marriages had been to sisters. So we always kidded, we were brother-in laws. But both of those marriages had failed. Why I don't know, but shit happens, I guess. We were having a great time down in Yuma, there were lots of old friends who had moved down there. There were always lots of things to do. After several years, I asked Ed and Maggie, if they would like to move down to Yuma. They could stay in our motorhome which was parked in our front yard, and it wouldn't cost them. Waiting to hear back on some applications but the yard looks great.” And I laughed. She leaned forward and said “I noticed.” We talked for a little while and I bought her mocha refill. We got up to leave and I made a comment about a lady standing in line. She bumped my hip with hers and I bumped her back. I told her that I was going to be working in the back yard for a while and she said she’d bring me some lemonade. “Deal!” I said. I went home and started working on a landscape. .“Let’s get out of the water, boys”, she said bravely,”let’s find ourselves a comfortable place in the sun and continue the festivities there...”.She didn’t have to repeat her request, because a moment later she could feel herself being lifted out of the water and her wet, naked body was literary being carried out of the pond and up to and on a large, sturdy wooden picnic table by several equally naked young men, their young cocks hard with anticipation.Someone luckily had had the good sense of.