The driver was married and kept telling me to watch out for gay men and transvestites, he also kept asking me if I wanted to go home several times a d...y. On a hot July day driving down Interstate 95 He talked about his next load he was delivering in Miami, this driver was gross,hairy, and totally straight. When we crossed into SC he asked me if "Are you homesick for some of Mommies Titties, I screamed okay I want to go home". He dropped me off in Columbia at the Bus station. I had only enough. ‘another funny, stupid joke.’ We said our goodbyes, a hug from Ada and I ruffled her hair. Something she always said felt like a big-brotherly gesture. As she left, I pondered on that fact. Ada was a friend, and I knew she was pretty, but I also felt like I had that brotherly duty to her, a duty to protect her, keep her from harm, be her best friend when no one else would. If she had ever been interested in a guy, I would be the first to judge him, to warn her if I knew anything bad. I suppose. By the time party ended, I had lost count of the guests I had served. It must surely be around 2-3 times for each of those and maybe 4 for some of them.In the end, when everyone was about to leave, Dean asked me to come out of the table and show myself to all the guests. It was so humiliating, below the table, all I did was still private. People would have imagined me. But as soon as everyone sees me, they all will form an image of me.I still had the butt plug with the tail, which was more. He was not over 25 if that, young and thin, he had his shirt off and stuffed in his back pocket. He had a nice hairy chest and flat hairy belly, blue-Jeans and cowboy boots with silver toes."Can I suck on that cock of yours." he said. "You know I just got off." I said. "Yea, I saw it all but I just want to suck on it and taste your cum as I jack off." he said. "OK go ahead." was my response.I knew I would not get hard, or at least I did not think I would. Man was his mouth hot. Felt like.