In the old neighborhood, years ago, the word “gay” was never used. and disparagingly, “they” were petite called “queer” or “fags” and weren't accepted at all. So, in those days, “they” didn't exist ...except for Joey. Joey wasn't gay, he was just... “a friendly nice guy.” Not the sharpest tool in the shed and he barely got out of the eight grade in education but everyone liked him. Joey was the kind of guy who always had a smile for every body and would do anything for you to “belong,” to please you, or to make you happy, including as it turned out, giving you a blow job. If you left it to him when Fucking you asked for one, he would just smile, drop to his knees, fish out your cock and start sucking. You were the one who usually guided both of you to someplace that wasn't too public. I don't know when or where he learned how but he was excellent at giving oral sex, he made love to a cock, not just sucked it. He enjoyed it, licked it, caressed it, rubbed it all over his face and inside the cheeks of his mouth. Guys very seldom lasted very long mainly because if they asked for a blow job they were horny and also because he was that good. He always swallowed every drop. To him it was just a favor for you with no guilt or thought given to the act itself. Although he was a full grown adult he kept a childlike attitude of life. He had the same attitude in happily running an errand for you for a pack of cigarettes, or a beer. It was rumored that he was “well hung” and some of the favors he performed for the neighborhood included some special favors for the older widowed and divorce ladies . But since Joey could also be trusted to keep a secret, no one really knew for sure if the rumors were true. Everyone in the neighborhood knew and liked Joey. He was an only child who lost his dad in a work related accident when he was in grade school. With the union insurance money and the accident settlement, Joey's Mom never had to worry about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody's little brother and everyone looked out for him and in return he gladly did odd jobs for any one who asked him and was honest and trustworthy. One evening, as the two of us babe sat on a stoop watching a stick ball game in front of us in the street, smoking, and just talking in general, Joey looked at me and asked if we were “good friends.” I smiled and said, “Sure, Joey why do you ask?” He said he blowjob wanted to ask me a favor and I said, go ahead. To my surprise he said, “Could I fuck you?” I shouted “WHAT! Why would you ask me something like that?” He cowered, ducked and covered his head with his hands and said “Don't hit me.” I told him I wasn't going to Sweet hit him but why would he ask me something like that. His answer surprised me. He said a couple of the guys liked to fuck him (this was news to me) and although he enjoyed it he was wondering how it would feel if he did it to someone else. I said I understood but why ask me. He said he was asking all “his good "Honey, no need to be ashamed with us, I'm Marie and this is my brother Carl, we petite moved over here 10 years ago as lovers and haven't looked back since." What if I met a hot guy, could I do it? “Ladies you tried unsuccessfully to blackmail me into doing what you want me to do yesterday.” “Now this is what is going to happen. As frightening as the danger was, the feeling of exhilaration and being alive was greater. I’d leant back and put my arms behind me to support me so that he could see his cock buried deep in my pussy. He had accepted a position at the blowjob media company where he had interned during his senior year. “Mum? Burying my face into the bed, I couldn't help but began loudly moan and grasp the sheets tighter as the palm of his hand firmly gripped my tailbone. “don’t pull out yet” she whispered as we both fell fast asleep. I was hoping you would jump in the tub too.” She said. Jesse felt her take his cock and put it in her own pussy. The sea of the dead continued to churn around him. That's why she Sweet fled him.” Are you hungry? There’s no telling how it will affect them.” She was an easy seven and a half feet tall with long ears, huge Fucking hooves babe for feet, and a whipping tail with a puff of hair at the end. She felt him struggle from this and laughed. So we took off for the Longhorns. She doesn’t say anything to my point. She gathers all the sex aids that will be used to enhance tonight’s major event. This is amazing keep fucking me! Make me cum again!” Mrs. Fattorusso gasped.