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When I was still a teen I met a black man downtown. He was a bit rough and stalky, in his 40s. He asked me to come with him if I liked to smoke. I figured he meant weed and followed him down a dark alley and sat next to him on some stairs. He puts a glass pipe to my lips, lights it and tells me to hit it. After I took a big hit and he tells me to hold it in as long as I can. Even though it tasted funny I did what he said then blew it out. I felt something strange come over me, it felt real good. He told me it was crack then gave me another hit, and was hooked. I asked him for another hit and he told me to come with with him for some more. Without question I went with him deep in the hood. He took me to a dark room in an old abandoned house and barricaded us in. He lit a candle and we smoked some more rock. He gave me some kinda pill to take then he told me to strip naked. He made me hand him my clothes and lay face down on a blanket in the middle of the room. After he hid my cloths I was totally vulnerable and realized my wallet and stuff were still in my pockets. He told me I'd get them back later on as he knelt behind me feeling my butt. I hear him unbuckle his pants and pull his zipper down. I knew what was fixing to happen but I was so high too under his influence, I just submitted to him. He spits and lubes the head of his black cock as he blows out the candle. He spreads my buns, feeling my little hole he says "dang boy you's so tight it's gonna feel good tearin' it up." He puts some spit on my hole then I feel his rock hard cock pressing into my tight bud. I felt a sharp pain as his slippery head popped into my hole I told him it hurt. "Naw, it feels good, I ain't stopping. You might as well bite that blanket till you get used to it." I did as he told me and he started working his cock deeper in me. I laid my head down right on top of something that felt a used rubber. I realized he was fucking me raw and it was too late to stop it. His thrusts got stronger the deeper he got, but as the pill kicked in the pain got dulled. "boy this ass so good, i'm about to nut." He pounds away for a few more minutes then I feel him cum in my ass. I thought he was going to stop but he kept on fucking me. His nut lubed my hole good and he easily got his black cock all the way in. He pauses to whisper in my ear, "this ass mine now. you feel that big black dick?" He starts fucking my ass real good and I passed out from the pill. When I woke up I was still getting fucked and my ass was raw and hurting. I tried to look behind me but a hand pushed my head back down, and a strange voice says keep yo head down. I was being fucked by another black guy with an even bigger dick, I bit down on the blanket. "That's right boy, you know who the man is now. Take that big black dick." As he fucked me he whispers directly in my ear "You know it feel good, you love it." His words put me in his trance, "yes, sir" He starts long dicking me and nuts deep in me.
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Any pigs in Minnesota? would love to start a man stink and bb group. hit me up!
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I was always a classic nerd. Even my name was nerdish but that didnt matter once I discovered gay sex and guys who liked nerds. My first gay sex was fucking some effeminate queen whose ass was like a decent vagina. Of course that fella gave me superior head not to mention swallowed my load unlike the broads who spat it out like it's something nasty. The first cock I took was a forty-year-old short fat Latino's uncut 5", first sucking him off a few times and giving him my ass cherry two weeks later. He also gave me head and swallowed my cum as I did his. "Lenny, you sure a sexy stud. Glad you got my cherry" I had gushed after he'd pumped his fifteenth load up my ass. After he dumped me a month later for fresh holes I met a couple of really great men. One was Rick, a nerd like myself, who was a mechanic. The other was Henry whose seven cut inches broadened my ass as well as choked me when he fucked my mouth. Fortunately I decided to mostly top since I was more on the masculine side, in fact more masculine than most straight men or at least nerds, not to mention that taking my glasses off to suck cocks or rim ass was a hassle. One night a dozen years after my first fucking, I was as horny as I was the first time I nutted in a man. Since Henry had stood me up, saying his lover had the day off and they were going to spend the day together, I was at a sex club. I don't know who gave me AIDS that fateful night, because I was fucked in the ass by both a hippie and a fat middle aged man (both of whom I had also sucked off for their second loads), and I had flip-fucked with an executive and had fucked two other holes. I was so turned on getting fucked by the hippie and the chubby I came from getting fucked by them. A couple of weeks later I got the flu. I knew something was wrong and sure enough I found out I had HIV. Some time later I ran into the hippie again, and he admitted he was poz, and had enjoyed infecting me. He said fucking my ass made him feel really great and manly and described how pleasurable pumping his death-seed up my ass and his disease into my system felt. I was devastated. Henry my best buddy said our sex life was over unless I was content with him jacking off into my mouth. I was able to stay healthy and after a few months I decided that I needed to get off in someone sans condom, but didn't want to randomly poz some innocent piece of ass. My first target was a punk on a friend's shit list. I wanted to experience the thrill of pumping my deadly HIV into someone. I saw breeding a guy as the ultimate power to feel really good while fucking up someone forever, as the hippie had done to me. My mental state was enforced by the disclosures of a couple of my masculine poz friends had described their orgasms in neg assholes, much as the hippie had enjoyed pozzing guy's assholes, such as mine. The punk I was to poz was a bitchy arrogant pretty-boy twink fresh out of the military who had pissed-off a buddy of mine. My friend told me where the punk hung out and pointed him out to me in a bar. I made my move a week later in a club. Like many of the places I frequented, the club in question had an alley to the rear, and not all that surprisingly, a lot of sex went on in the alley. I had a buddy, a buffed-out surfer-jock come-on the punk. The plan was my buddy would take the punk into the alley and fuck the shit out of the kid, in actuality being the punk's last neg fuck, and I would follow close-up on my buddy and add my special cum to the mix. Half an hour after we arrived my jock buddy and the punk were chatting it up. They then left out the back door and I followed them discreetly. Soon the punk was stripped and on his stomach, legs spread wide, on the mattress we had prepared in advance hidden behind the big dumpster. My jock buddy had his jeans halfway down and had already had the punk suck his nine inches hard. He greased up his loggerhead and mounted the punk. He handed the punk a popper bottle, lined up his shot and let his weight drive it home. The punk whined and whimpered, not used to such a big thick dick but he wanted it in him just the same. He was in seventh heaven getting fucked by a large handsome stud just a few years older than him. The man fucked that hole good and nutted in him, as he had in me and I in him before I got pozzed. My own dick was rock hard oozing precum. After the man thrust some more he dismounted and I came out of the shadows, pants ready to drop and mounted him. I shoved my deadly weapon up his ass, my stud buddy's cum excellent lube. The hole felt good around my dick. After hilting myself I began fucking him. I felt a manly studly well-being as I fucked that asshole, knowing how great my orgasm would feel when I pumped my deadly AIDS virus up his ass, which had been stretched and torn by my jock buddy's thick dick. He at first thought little of it, being a bit drunk and on the poppers my buddy had stuck back under his nose as I made love to him. Halfway through my piece of him he turned his head and took a look, then realized I was fucking him. "No geek fucks me! Fuck off!" he screamed before three other men came to help. I gripped the punk's upper arms, helping the men hold him in place under me so I could finish having the piece of ass he owed me. He had fancied himself a man of the world but he was now learning his true place as a piece of ass soon to be a diseased sickly carrier. I stepped up my efforts, fucking him with a series of brutal thrusts to help tear-up his rectum some more. I felt good and studly, a hero conquering the enemy. I fucked faster and harder, my cum welling up, my dick getting ready to shoot its deadly load into the receptacle. The punk began crying. "Be glad I'm not as hung as Bill you bitch!" I growled as I doubled my efforts. Savagely pounding him, I proved (at least in my mind) that a geeky nerd was more a man than a pretty-boy egotist. My climax then came rapidly as I hilted myself in him as pleasure enveloped me while I shot my load of HIV-laden cum up his ass in eight or nine rapid-fire spurts. It was one of my all time best feeling orgasms, the excitement of my stiff penis pulsing with pleasure filling the asshole with my deadly seed. I then resumed fucking him in a series of brutal hip-snapping thrusts to pump the rest of my virus-laden jizz into the cunt-hole. Joy filled my heart as my deadly cum filled his ass. "Hope you liked getting fucked by us real men." I said. He was pissed, but not nearly as pissed as when I told him, "I just got my poz cum off in you, and man does my dick feel good!" The punk freaked and struggled. "Too late, bitch" said one of the men helping hold him down. I left my dick in, still thrusting and holding on, as well as corkscrewed my hips to force more of my death-sperms into his torn anal walls, rested a moment, brutally slammed my dick home in him a couple more times and yanked out. The punk was crying, sobs shaking him as I pulled up my pants. One of the guys who'd helped said he was poz and asked to suck my dick clean. Of course I let him. After sucking my dick for five minutes he sucked off of it, kissed it and my sweaty balls, stood up, hugged and kissed me and told me how turned on he was watching me fuck the punk and sucking my dick clean. He then had himself a piece of the punk and added his dirty cum to mine. A few more manly pelvic thrusts and he pulled out of the now bleeding hole. I sucked him clean, kissed his cock and balls and we all left, leaving the punk curled up sobbing on the mattress. My friend was proud of me for what I'd done. He also serviced my jock "bait" friend a few times and let him service him as well since they were both versatile and still neg. The punk got the flu, as I had after my fun with the hippie. After finding out the punk converted I traded fucks with a poz friend and then we 69ed for our second loads. The bitch eventually came down with full blown AIDS since he failed to take his meds properly.
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I was a 6' 270 lb. balding fat flabby middle aged man with glasses, mustache, bitten nails, uncut dick flanked by my often sweaty crotch, good sized balls and sported size 12 feet. I was the associate pastor and also coordinated youth activities at the church until I got sick and tired of snotnoses and teenagers and took over Young Adults which ranged from college age of eighteen to about 24 or 25. I wore suits at the church unless I was doing maintenance, social functions or the outdoor sports activities. Most descriptions of me over the half dozen years I worked at that church were pretty dorogatory, mainly fat, flabby, ugly, slobby, old geek, etc. At least some also described how great a man I was including crediting me for making the groups and the church as a whole a vibrant attractive venue to worship and party at the picnics and social functions, not to mention the bottoms who loved putting-out to men like me. One of my conquests was almost twenty in his second year of college. Rick was a slender guy with long blond hair typical of the 1970's, clean-shaven and nails that had never been bitten. Some compared him to a titless woman although he was just as masculine in skills and demeanor as any other dude his age. He just happened to have discovered that he loves bottoming, especially for us masculine men. I have no idea what exactly transpired but one night as we were cleaning up after a party in the social hall but as we finished cleaning up, I mentioned that my feet were tired and could use a massage. I sometimes wore leather sandals and sported huge toenails on my big toes, sometimes with dirt under them. Several had gotten a whiff of them in a locker room on a trip to the beach. My feet sometimes stunk but for some reason Rick's dick started getting hard. That night after getting home from the beach trip, having dinner and going to bed I had to get up, go to the bathroom and masturbate fantasizing of Rick sucking my big toe and licking the dirt from under my toenails and eating my toejam, then I'd fuck his ass, make him suck my dick clean and then make him drink my piss to express his humility to someone much more manly and superior to him. I had a good orgasm which I licked from my hand before pulling my shorts back up and going back to bed. One night at a young adults class party in the social hall Rick said he'd heard about my messing around and wanted in on the action. "Man my feet are getting tired." I said halfway through the party. I knew he had already given his cherries to men during his first year of college and gravitated to us masculine older men which left the twinks his age off his list of eligable Tops although he'd sowed his share of wild oats in quite a few of them. The last person from the party had left and I was locking up the doors leading to the parking lot. I turned off all but one of the lights and came back feeling tired. "Now that we're done, would you like your feet massaged?" Rick asked me. "Shit I'm ready for some. These dogs of mine could use it." I replied. We walked to a sofa along one wall. "Have a seat Rev." he said. I sat and he sat on the flloor before my feet. He untied the laces of my black oxfords and slipped them off. My foot odors wafted from them and my feet in their black nylon socks. He then peeled off my socks, snuck a sniff and layed them on top of my shoes. My dick was already starting to harden in anticipation of him sucking my big toes with their large nails and tasting and swallowing my toejam. He held my right foot by the ankle and massaged the top of it lovingly with his other hand, then put my foot to his face, runnning his nose up my sweaty sole and then between my big toe and the toe beside it while inhaling my smells and went down on my big toe before I could react. He sucked my toe and laved on it. If there was anything I loved more than someone inhaling the smell of my feet after they sweated all day it was someone kissing them, sucking my toes and eating my toe-jam from between my toes. I raised no objection as he licked my toe clean and fellated it, even licking some of the dirt from under my toenail. I had to reach into my pants to readjust my dick which by that time was at full-mast. He did the same in his pants and then sucked off of my big toe and took the remaining four toes in his mouth which amazed me. He licked between my toes, getting my toejam and swallowing it as well as licking some of the dirt from under the nails before fellating the four toes all at once. He licked under my toes where they join the balls of my feet and then sucked off of them. He licked the top of my foot, then my leathery sole which felt so good. He didnt tickle them at all, having learned from past sessions with studs who'd let him lick their sweaty feet. To him the taste and smell of my sweaty sole was as much a turnon as sucking my toes and eating the gunk he'd licked from between them and swallowed. He shifted his position a little and could tell my pants were slimey with precum from my dick. He licked my heel and ankle and finished at the top where the top of my sock was. He kissed my foot and proceeded to do my left foot the same way. As he switched feet I could see his bulge in his pants matching mine beneath my gut. I was even more turned on, fantasizing about his rectum snugging my cock after he finished my other foot. "Man you do good work. I wish my wife wanted to do this." I lamented as he licked my sole. "I enjoy it, especialy for manly men." he gushed before he kissed my sweaty leathery sole and resumed licking it. I felt like I was about to cum in my pants as he continued licking and sucking my left foot. Once he was done he thanked me. "My pleasure." I replied. "Is there anything else I can do for you Reverent Klicc?" he asked while staring at my crotch and caressing my knee and then thigh. "I'm going to need a moment to relieve myself if you know what I mean." I replied. "I would like to relieve you please." he blurted out. He knew just what I wanted to do. He seemed to ponder my request and then decided to let me use his mouth to lube it with spit. I shifted my manly bulk and thrust my pelvis at him. He unzipped my baggy jeans and reached in to find my cock which was hard. "Watch the nails bitch." I warned him as he pushed my shorts out of the way as we inhaled my ripe sweaty crotch odor. He was so in heat that I wondered if he'd cum before he finished sucking. He kissed my cock was thick licked bits of smegma from under my foreskin. I wondered when the last time he got off was. I was glad I myself hadnt hardened recently because feeding cocksuckers my dick cheeze was one of my big turnons, just like feeling how good my dick feels when they swallow my cum and drink my warm beer on tap. I stiffened in excitement as he sucked my cock into his mouth while inhaling my ripe crotch odors. I was glad I didnt take a shower before the party since I knew many bottoms hated the smell and taste of chemicals from soap, colognes, aftershave, etc. than they dislike a man's crotch odors. He licked the cheeze from under my foreskin and took my cock midway up to skin it back in his mouth so he could lick the rest of my cheeze off my cock. I flexed my love muscle in his mouth while giving an appreciative grunt. "Your mouth's a great cunt but I'm gonna fuck your ass to cum this time around and have your mouth next time we have time to ourselves." I said, He knew I had been sucked off before and I knew he was an experienced cocksucker. He pulled his head back from my now-cleaned cock and kissed it. We stripped. I lay my clothes out on the sofa and he folded up his clothes and lay them on the rug in front of the sofa while I greased my dick. He lay on his stomach on the rug, legs spred, with his clothes between them for me to rest my knees on. I then spat on his asshole and mounted him, settling my knees on his clothes between his knees. I ran my dick up his crack and found his hole. "I'm gonna enter you so get ready." I told him and let my weight drive it in. He flinched as I busted past his sphincters and on in until I hilted all seven and a half inches inside him. His hole was warm and snug, making my dick feel good as I flexed it before I commenced fucking him. I began fucking slowly, enjoying how good I felt beginning to conquer my latest piece of ass, my bulk and stength on and in him. The feel of his anus snug around my meat was damn near excellent, even tighter than my wife when I broke her cherry. I slowly increased my tempo, enjoying the feel of him under me as I took my piece of him. My dick was in seventh heaven so I knew I'd cum soon. I fucked him faster, taking almost full strokes, got close and then said,"I'm gonna cum in you. Get ready." He seemed to feel and sense my nearness as he seemed to tremble and his ass spasm and tighten around my dick and then I hilted it, thrust in short strokes and then lay on his back, my full weight on him, as I pumped my load up his ass. "That sure feels gooood! Take it all cuntass!" I said as I held his upper arms and thrust in his hole again. He seemed to enjoy me pumping my load him as I shot my sperms up his anal twat. The great feeling of being more a man in bulk, weight and actions than most men he serviced. I had been reputed to be self-centered and enjoyed using people and had proved that, but being the man-loving queer Rick was, we were a perfect fit. I thrust again to zark-off the last few sperms into his ass. A few minutes later I was spent and pulled out of him. I stood up and told him to suck my cock clean and kiss it, as if he needed to be told to do what he did for most men who fuck him. He sucked hard while pulling his head off it. Once his lips cleared my glans he kissed it and then coddled and kissed my sweaty balls which suprised me. "You're my kind of bitch. Put my socks and shoes back on for me." I said as I sat on the sofa. He sat back on the floor, kissed my feet one at a time, picked up my sock, kissed my left foot, put the sock on and then my shoe, tied it, then kissed my right foot and put my sock and shoe on it, tied my shoe and stood up. I was surprised as hell when he hugged me after we stood up. I hugged him back. I knew he wanted to kiss me but he also knew that most masculine Tops dont kiss bottoms or versatiles, knowing where their perverted mouths have been. I think he envied my wife who failed to appreciate her manly husband but then again most of us men dont do the things to our wives or girlfriends that we do with whores and sluts. He had another surprise for me. He said, "I want a drink of warm beer on tap." as he led me to the corner bathroom that had a shower stall and knelt before me. He opened my fly again, took out my prick, kissed it and took it in his mouth. He held my hips and I began pissing. I wondered what kind of sex life he had starting when he entered college as he gulped my piss. My piss wasnt much different than other piss. I knew he preferred the cocks, cheeze, cum and piss of us older fatter masculine men, seeing how he happily gulped until I finished pissing. He sucked the last drops out of my cock and swallowed before sucking off of my cock leaving it clean and dry. Again he kissed it, put it away and zipped up my trousers. We hugged goodbye and he went back to lick his cum from the rug in front of the couch. I led us out the side door, locked up and we each headed home. The summer was nice and warm so it was a really nice two blocks. Once home I went to our room and stripped. I went to the bathroom, checked for any stray cum or piss in my shorts and took a piss while thinking about how some of my cum might have leaked out of Rick's ass into his shorts. I went back to the bedroom and slid into bed carefully to avoid waking up my wife. I drifted off to sleep thinking about what kind of cunt his ass would be. Another "might makes right" story for sexual enjoyment. Barebacking in someone after having a bottom orally service my ripe sweaty feet felt really good.
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The summer was hot and muggy that fine day 35 years ago. I was in my forties, average and still looked a bit like the nerd/geek I was in college complete with my horn rim type glasses and nerd-pack in the pocket of my blue work shirt. Tim worked at the plant with me but had shoulder length blond hair and didnt wear glasses. Tim was in his early twenties, a couple of inches shorter than my just over 6' and about 165. At least he wasnt as effeminate as some others I'd shagged but still obviously less manly than me even though I was a geek. We had found out about each other at a Pride fest and that night I had pumped a load into each end of him. We had a date at a luncheonette a block from the plant. We had the late lunch period at the plant which started at one so at one pm we punched out and walked the block to a wooden building with a large sign that read "Hot Lunch." We entered and took seats at the the ten-stool counter. Harry the cook and proprietor was finishing up with last minute diners, one of whom gave Tim a smirking look that meant he knew what Tim was, on his way out the door. "Hi Harry." I said as I greeted him. "Hi Hank. That the piece you were telling me about?" he replied, pointing at Tim. "Yes. Harry, meat Tim." I added. Harry came over and took Tim's smallish hand in his big manly nailbitten bear paw and said, "Pleased to meat you." "Same here." Tim replied. "I'll be ready by the time you're through." Harry said as he hustled up our order. We dined on T-bone steaks with potatoes & gravy while Harry began cleaning up after the main lunch-hour crowd. I had been friends with Harry since we first met at a sex club where I had helped hold down a fairy who wanted to quit after five men had fucked him. Harry was sixth and needed to bust his nut in the poof so I joined four other men to help hold the punk on his stomach on the wrestling mat floor of the orgy room so Harry could mount and fuck him. He was further impressed with me when I wanted to go after him in his cum and that of the other five men who had fucked the punk. He traded places with me, helping hold the cursing poof in place while I mounted up and took my piece. I had a good feeling orgasm in that perv as did the other men who helped me hold him down after I pulled out. Harry was as masculine as they come with his bald pate, mustache and long sideburns, hairy beer gut, nailbitten sausage fingers, over 6 uncut inches, size 12 feet and a libido of a college stud. In the summer he wore a wife-beater, black short pants and black rubber sandals at work, in the winter he was attired in a more formal chef outfit complete with the hat. The fun started after we finished lunch. Harry turned the open/closed sign around in the front window, locked the door and we went to the men's room at the side in back as I unbuttonned my work shirt. The mens room had a urinal and a stall. One sink was opposite the urinal across from the door. The muffled sounds of traffic came in through the exhaust register in the ceiling over the toilet stall. We men started things off with a hug and french kiss. I felt his hot sweaty body as I wrapped my arms around him and felt his thick sweaty arms around me under my work shirt. A couple of minutes later our dicks were hard. We disengaged and Tim dropped to his knees, unzipped Harry's fly and took out his uncut prick. He kissed it as Harry inhaled with a smile, then sucked it into his mouth. He sucked it a moment, eating the man's two day accumulation of cheeze and left it wet with his spit, then stood up and bent over the sink. Harry and I spat on Tim's asshole. Harry stood behind him and lined up his shot. He shoved it right in and held his hips as he began fucking. I stood nearby admiring the combination of a masculine man fucking someone lacking in masculinity as Harry had a good piece of Tim. It was actually their second time together, their first being Tim sucking the man off and then drinking his piss. Harry's uncut meat gave a good performance as the man fucked the asshole to victory in just over five minutes, hilting himself as he pumped his gonads up the punk's ass. I could see Tim's five-incher stiff from getting turned on by getting fucked by Harry. I had my dick out as I watched the man conquer the punk. It was throbbing with some precum oozing out of it. I stepped over so Harry and I could french-kiss while his love-muscle shot the rest of his jizz up Tim who seemed to be having his own orgasm. Harry then thrust a couple of times, then pulled his spent love-shaft out of Tim who then knelt before him and took his semi-hard cock in his mouth to suck it clean. A few minutes later Harry grinned wide and held Tim's head and began pissing, filling his mouth. Tim gulped it all. "Great fuck and finish, Harry" I said as Tim sucked the last drops of golden man-nectar out of his cock. Tim then sucked off of the man's meat leaving it clean and dry, then he kissed it and his sweaty ball sack. The smell of man sex joined the piss and sweat smells in the tiny restroom as I had Tim suck on my dick. I was horny from joining Harry and needed some relief of my own. I pulled my cock out of Tim's mouth and had him assume the position as he'd done for Harry. I slid right up the asshole in Harry's cum just like at the sex club and hilted myself. I nodded for Harry to kiss me. We men hugged and french kissed and then I held Tim's hips and fucked him. Fucking in Harry's cum that afternoon felt even better than at the sex club as I pistoned my prick in the hole. I normally needed at least fifteen minutes of fucking to shoot my cut meat off but sharing a hole with a fellow masculine man seemed to cut the time Ineeded to get off almost in half as I fucked that hole. Ten minutes later I reached my climax and pumped my load up the asshole, my prick pulsing in pleasure as I enjoyed the ultimate feeling any man can have, the male orgasm. Harry and I french-kissed for a while as I thrust some more to pump the rest of my load up the asshole who seemed to have cummed from the fuckings we men had put to him. A few minutes later we men finished hugging and kissing and I pulled out of Tim's ass. Tim knelt before me and sucked my dick clean as he had Harry's. Like Harry had done, I held Tim's head and commenced taking a very enjoyable piss as he gulped it. Harry and I kissed again as Tim finished drinking my bodily waste and sucked off of my cock as he had Harry's, leaving it clean and dry, then he kissed my cock and sweaty balls. We men could have pissed in the urinal but pissing in someone's mouth feels so much better, almost as good as cumming in it, especially in someone less masculine than us. Harry and I hugged and kissed one more time, then we men zipped up whileTim pulled up his pants and fastened them. I buttoned up my work shirt and we left the mensroom. "That was a great fuck we had, thanks for bringing Tim. My nephew'll be here tomorrow to help me with the Friday crowd. He might want a piece of Tim too" Harry said as Tim and I headed to the back door. "We'll be here." I replied. "See you guys then" Harry said as we exited into the afternoon sun. We returned and punched back in with five or ten minutes to spare. I hoped Harry's nephew could cum at least as quick as Harry and I had.
