”“Where’s the fun in that?” Peggy asked.“Ah, each round when the question is asked, before you answer, you write down one person’s name, a...d their answer. The closest correct answer gets the prize for that round. The furthest, has to drink a shot of vodka!”“Uh, we need some limits,” I said. “The last thing we need is alcohol poisoning. And if people get drunk, that causes a problem with consent.”“I hadn’t thought about that,” Melody said. “OK. Then we’ll have a prize and a punishment. I can. “How are you feeling?”“Uhh, I don’t know. I guess not that good since I’m in hospital, right?”“A good observation. Let me elevate you a little,” she made some movement above my head and the bed inclined a little so I was able to look across the room, but not so much that I was even half-sitting. “I will leave it here for a while and raise you more later once you are used to it. Here.” She put the chart on the bed and poured some water into a cup from the jug on a trolley next to my bed, putting. And afterwards I was so guilt filled that I confessed to God my sin of feeling good. Bill was a tall heavyset black man with a typical beer belly seen on many mature men from the south. But Bill was really all muscle. He often let me into the movie house without a ticket. My parents loved this because they always knew where I was during the summer. All of us saw him as an uncle adopted into the family. After all Bill was the son of a preacher and well respected in the community as a church. This restroom was smaller, and more open, but had a locking door. I also started taking notes of each guys’ cock and how long it took to get them to climax. By then I was sucking three cocks a day and didn’t want anyone to have to leave unhappy.Then one day I had one last guy to suck off and before we started, he asked me if he could suck me off first. He told me he loved the taste of a guy’s cum in his mouth and it would make him climax faster. By then I was so horny I told him yes. Putting.