““I don’t know, it might be nothing ... However, can you tell me how many of you are usually there, guarding the pass?””““Not so many, f...om three to five. I don’t really know. There hasn’t been much activity in that area.””Suddenly I felt sick, very sick.““I have a feeling that something is wrong, very wrong. I cannot sense anything from the area, but there’s way too much of that nothing. That may sound silly, but that’s how I sense it.””““You mean the Ugly People?””““I’m afraid. A bunch of us single guys from the St. Louis days, plus Jay Nicholson, decided to see if we could find some good barbecue in LA after the game. Googling brought up a downtown place not too far from the stadium, Horsethief BBQ at the downtown market. It was open until 10 o’clock on a Sunday night. We headed over and chowed down on some ‘cue while we talked about our victory over the Dolphins. Quite a few fans stopped by our tables to talk. We did our best to make them feel at home with us.Jay. He was either jealous of it or turned on by it. I couldn't tell. The pain died down and it actually felt kinda good to have his dick move inside me. My cock was harder than ever. It was throbbing so much that it was driving me nuts. I pressed my lips against hers harder and my tongue attacked hers wildly. God I wanted her! I wanted my cock in her pussy so damn bad!Then Marcus groaned and suddenly I felt hot cum shooting up my ass! After a couple of shots he slide his fuck tool out of my sore. I began to work on her again. She came up slowly like a coffee pot that seemed to take forever to boil. When she was almost at the peak, I asked, "How long have you been clean?"She instantly came all the way down. "What do you mean?" she asked."I asked, how long has it been since you used?" I said it quietly and calmly."I'm not a junkie," she said."Listen to what I said, not what you think I said. I asked how long you had been clean. No way did I imply that you are a junkie," I replied. "I.