The 2nd type is head masters. They patrol around the booths and it's kinda of territorial because they want to be the one servicing all the guys. They...have all the time in the world. They can often get particular about who they suck off. To them, it's about the uniqueness of the guy. If he is more exotic than they are first in line to suck his dick and they aren't sharing. One time this german guy is sucking my dick and this other guy beats on the door like he wants in so he basically hisses at. Bo appears to be around 25, which is close enough. And I have actually started to accept the fact that at some time I will have to walk away from my life and everything as Chris.”“What? Why would you do that? Chris, that makes no sense. Why would you do that?”“Why? Think it through. Bo never aging, that is not a problem. He is a Paladin, that people can accept that. He is a mutant, and not aging or appear to age is just how some things will be. But Chris, the little craft store owner never. When we got to the house, I told them that I would make some of my world famous mojitos and for them to enjoy the pool. I also told them that it was not a textile pool. They both giggled and I watched them walk out to the pool and take their clothes off. I made sure to take extra time making the mojitos to give them more time to get comfortable with each other.When I finally went out there with our drinks, Traci was like a little k** at Christmas with her excitement. She smiled at me and told. "He's a good boy."They groaned. "Oh! I see. He's a good boy is he?" said Brian. "I suppose you're the one that tells him he's the best!"She giggled. "Well, of course! Guys need compliments. No, but he is very good," she said seriously. They rolled their eyes. Matt felt a pain in his stomach."He said he did it six times in one night," scoffed Brian. "I don't think so." Six times?!? Yeah right. No guy can do it six times!" said Jeff."No! He did I swear," she protested."Bull fucking shit," said.