There he was, tanned and lean, a boy with emerald green eyes and full sexy lips, perfectly defined and cut muscles from his chest to his biceps down t... his thighs - fully naked in front of me. His dick stood straight ahead, calling to me, with his adolescent ball sack hanging low. His v-lines were like lights on an airstrip, guiding me right where I needed to go. I got down on my knees and took Jesse into my mouth fully and wholly, stuffing myself with his teenage meat. He tasted so good, like. For some really sick and twisted reason, this last song became our signature song. I don’t know why. But we always used it to introduce the members of the band and we will do that again. It is a happy little ditty by Tampa Red called “I Wanna Play With Your Poodle”.” I counted the beat and off we went again.The song is a mid-speed blues swing and the crowd always loves it and at the end they get to participate and as usual it just tore up the place. It helps that the words are designed to say. I think they like teasing guys with little peeks at what they have problems finding the right leotards to cover, or they do that on purpose.”Coach asshole had wood, so he suggested that I try to do what I saw that guy doing but try not to fall.Oh, okay, dick!In my head, I knew how to do everything every male gymnast winner of every worldwide gymnastic competition did to beat out their competitors on the horizontal bar. I took the most difficult of their routines, munged them together, and then. After he was reloaded, he said, “You want some of what he got?”The two men backed away from the bar and one said, “No. We’re outta here.” They ran out of the saloon just as the sheriff arrived.When the sheriff saw the two running men, he pulled his pistol and shouted, “Hold it right there ya galoots.”The men skidded to a stop and Doug said, “Whoa there, Sheriff. We were just coming to find you or a policeman anyway. That damn asshole in there just shot our friend.”“Well maybe we better get in.