I could even see a wet spot on my loose jeans covering most of my thighs, and my entire right knee.My pouch was as big as it had ever been, it looked ...ike a little pot belly. Instead of squishy like it normally gets, it was rock hard — packed with semen.I grabbed my bags and ran up to my room. I still didn't have time to do anything, my step-mom was calling us back down for a late lunch that we picked up on the way home."I'll be right down, just getting changed" I yelled down. I had to change. Personaly I've always been suspicious of Republican doctors.Asthma was pretty much a pain my ass until I graduated from highschool in 1967, when I'm pretty sure it saved mt life. You may or may not remember what our enlightened government was up to around that time. Lo and behold my local draft board sent me an invitation to a war against people I wasn't personally mad at. Apparaently the head man of the local draft board wasn't as excited about me hiding the weenie with his daughter as she. When I arrived, I had no problem getting in with my sister's driver's license. I could feel the eyes of the guys on me as I went by and it felt cool. I was hoping that Jenny, my girlfriend wasn't there ...and when I looked around, it appeared that she wasn't. I knew that she had bought a pirate's outfit and I didn't see one in the bar.When I got to the bar I ordered a vodka and tonic as I felt that went with the role best.I hadn't had two sips of the drink when I felt a hand rub my ass through. ..turns out his hands are just as appealing as his face. He had long,smooth fingers. I knew the sayings about guys with long fingers, and wonderedif they were true. I could just imagine his cock being as graceful and invitingas his hands. I wanted to put my hand down his pants, touching what was sure tobe a musky hardness. "I'm from Florida. Boca Raton. Ever been there?" "I had a girlfriendwho lived there. I used to go visit her during breaks. She lived in Miami. Bitching heatthere." The word.