"I tried to find the words."Paul, jerking off together is one thing, but I'm not going to suck your cock," I said, a little less firmly than I wanted....Come on, if we were trapped on a desert island would you only fuck a volleyball or would any hole start to seem good?" That's.. That's different..." How is it different? Because we don't have palm trees? Look I'll even go first. I know you aren't good at actually saying this stuff out loud, so I'll be the queer first. I'm just going to bend over. I'm no artist so the bar was pretty low, but in my defense, it did end up looking kind of like a cock and balls so we have lift off! On my pubic mound I wrote "owned cunt" and below that it read "insert cock here" with an arrow pointing at my pussy. I thought that one was particularly funny given how reluctant some men are to ask for directions when they get lost.On my upper thighs I wrote "cumslut" on one leg and "fuck my holes" on the other. On the bottoms of my feet I wrote "cocksleeve" on. It hurt like hell, but I couldn't stop! I had to get out that exit!I slammed into the crash bar and pushed out into the cold winter night. The harsh glare of the parking lot lights illuminated the bright blue uniform in all its sequined glory. I had to get out of sight!I ran as fast as I could through the bright, empty gravel parking lot towards the dark fields beyond. The frigid air swirled around my pantyhosed legs. My feet rubbed around inside of my socks as I ran as fast as I could.I turned. Some energy drinks. You thirsty dude." said Brad. "Nice! Hit me up!" I said. We made some small talk. I took a big sip from a huge metal can. "Good stuff." I said. He pulled out a six pack from his fridge.I walked behind him to the 2nd floor of his house. His house was pretty big. There was still stuff in boxes s**ttered around the house. He opened his bedroom door. He had a big computer on one side of his room. There was some bean bags chair on the floor. I sat down to have another sip of my.