.they think it's a myth. But it's totally real." The young man looked skeptical. Still trying to get a grasp of things, the woman continued, "Nobody k...ows what its real name is. Nobody knows much about it..." Rumor has it that some imp came to the world ages ago and left it as a joke. Someone dubbed it The Demon Plug and the name stuck. The only things we really do know about it is that it looks like a buttplug." The young man looked quickly for an exit. "You know what I mean! Fat on top and. Mark on the other hand owned a twelve year old car that spent almost asmuch time in the shop as it did on the road. He lived in an efficiencyapartment he could barely afford in a run down part of town. His lastjob required him to wear black slacks and a white shirt so he neverbothered developing any more of a wardrobe. Besides, with the hours heworked he never had a social life which would have required a betterwardrobe.Mark picked up a few dollars here and there by typing papers forcollege. As is typical at most teen parties I noticed several small clusters of kids, mostly guys, with cans of beer in hand, hanging outside talking together, so after driving up and around the wide driveway, I revved the powerful full-throated V8 Ferrari engine a few times as we drove past the kids before pulling forward and finding a convenient spot to park among the other cars.Well, the Ferrari definitely drew the attention of some of the kids hanging out front because I noticed several of them. As Brett moaned with the pleasure, he looked down to see the head appear below his balls and it sort of looked like he had a second, shorter cock himself. Then, as it moved forward a little further, he felt Mick’s hard belly push up against his ass cheeks. At the same time, Mick was gently rubbing Brett’s nipples with his finger tips. Mick began moving back and forth in a slow fucking motion as Brett held on to his own cock which was rock hard now. He couldn’t believe how good this whole thing.