The party hadn’t broken up until after 5, and things had gotten ... weird.There were the expected issues – people had gotten sick, vomited where t...ey shouldn’t. Most of the staff was still hiding in their rooms, except the blessed few who’d partied very responsibly, and had been up and cleaning before 9.And then there was the truly odd.“Howdy, Papa Earl,” Nicki said as she cruised by the kitchen for some coffee.“Good day to you,” he said, loudly.“Nope, not gonna work. I didn’t drink at all last. I can’t get enough of a beautiful woman. I am separated and have a fabulous girlfriend who is easy on the eyes and is great in bed. I can’t believe how lucky I am that she has come into my life. I live for when she sits on my face and lets me lick her pussy. I can’t get enough of it. However...I also, like many men here, have had fantasies of being with another man sexually for longer than I can remember. The advent of the internet gave me an outlet to vent many of my frustrations but being. ”“Excuse the comparison, but it sounds like you are prostituting the GSS to the highest bidder,” he said, which I had expected.“I don’t see it that way, Dad. It could be a friendly competition like in Georgia, but in places with a lot of stadiums, like California with its six over 50,000 or Florida with its six over 60,000 they could find a way to muck it all up.”“I see your point, but it still sounds like ‘to the victor belongs the spoils’ to me,” Brian came back with.“I’m not a Jacksonian. He'd mentioned to me that it was pretty hot getting together with more than just two guys and having a group sex session. I agreed as I made a mental note to hurry up with supper that night and I could feel a very hard erection growing in my pants as I stood there in the school hallway. Bill had also mentioned that Larry's parents wouldn't be at home at all that evening and we'd have the house to ourselves for as long as we cared to stay over. That really sounded great to me.I got to Larry's.