. . ," I begged. "Please don't." Kinky slut," he said, prodding me with his dick, pushing me forward even more. "Gonna give them all a show huh?"Sever...l people pointed at me and I realized my breasts were uncovered. I tried to cover them with my hands, but that gave me no leverage to keep from being pushed further toward the rail. I could feel his dick penetrating me and there was nothing I could do about it. I could barely stand and the high heel shoes I was wearing didn't help a bit.I hated. And not at some fast food place either.”I smiled and said, “Just what I’ve always wanted…a girlfriend that isn’t a cheap date.”Emerald said, “I’ll take that as a compliment. As to the girlfriend part…maybe you will have to earn that.”We decided that our first date would be on Friday evening, the restaurant of my choice, and the movie of her choice…even if it was going to be a chick flick.On Thursday, I told Emerald that we had reservations at the Duck Stop in Candor, a town about thirty miles. My glances had to be noticed, though, and he didn’t give any hints that I recognized. I figure that I’m Bi and not Gay because “Gaydar” is a total mystery to me. This plus the fact I like pussy.Anyway, the room is empty now so I casually position my balls over one of the water jets. If you’ve never tried this in a hot tub or swimming pool, it feels really good. The pulsing action got me got rock hard almost immediately and in a few minutes, without ever touching myself, I spurted a big creamy. “Y-yes,” I stammer. I can’t exactly deny it, Irving watched him do it.“How?““Well ... with a sling.”“A sling? A slingshot? But that’s—”I’m shaking my head. “A sling,” I say. “It’s different. Like David and Goliath, you know.” But my mind is whirling out of control, this is going way badly and I haven’t even introduced them yet.“And how the hell does Jim Tremaine from downtown—” he names the city “—learn to use a sling? Like that?““It’s, well, it’s part of the rehab,” I say. “He wanted to learn,.