I couldn't really guess if she was trying

I couldn't really guess if she was trying to be sexy by laying her breasts on the top of the bar or just.

that her bra had failed and she needed a place to rest them while the bartender was "seeing what he could do." I held up a hand and said "Buy you a drink, Boobsie?" She smiled

and said 'Drop your pants and you got a deal." I hesitated long enough to at least appear shy, dropped my cords around my ankles and put a 20 on the bar. Her exposed rack was

made of the finest mahogany, I was surprised at how fine the craftsmanship was. Unfortunately, my pants were still down, and everyone in the establishment had a full view of my

boxers, which were emblazoned with a heart pattern. One of the onlookers suddenly felt rapport for me due to the pattern.

He leapt from the crowd and grasped my testicles. I pleaded for release, but his grip just kept getting tighter -- until he was holding everything he came for in his hands.

I didn't need my mother's remarks to know I shouldn't have worn ass-less chaps to a gay club and yet here I was. He stared into my eyes as he came toward me. I brushed his hair

with my tongue. A subtle signal, but he picked up on it. "Hey there," he winked at me. "Come here often?"

inflated to three times his size. He protested as I attached a string to his leg and floated him down the street. Balloon boy friends were the best!