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Why not?

“Almost ten inches,” I said.

“No,” was all Lenny could say.

I chuckled an’ said, “I can prove it.”

Lenny was back to all but dancin’.  He’d already put my snarl from a minute ago straight out of his head.  “You mean, I could measure it?  See for myself?”

I slid deeper into the chair, stretchin’ an’ lettin’ my body do its job.  Wayne was lookin’ me over with a wary interest that added to the warnin’ bells in my brain.  Now it was me ready to end it.

“Tell you what,” I said.  “Let’s bet on it.  Two hundred says I am.  A freebie, if I’m not.”

Lenny hesitated.  Wayne didn’t move.  Lenny looked at him an’ asked, “What do you think?”

Wayne licked his lips...an’ I knew I had him, even for all the crap he’d shot at me.  “For both of us?” he asked.

I smiled an’ said, “Two-fifty.”

Lenny went to a desk an’ pulled out a ruler.  Wayne pulled a hundred, a fifty an’ five twenties from his wallet.  I couldn’t believe it; the dumb fuck’s smart enough to know carryin’ that much around with him is askin’ for trouble.  He put it on the table.

I stood up, stretched, again, an’ slid my zipper down, real slow.  Makin’ ‘em wait was half the fun.  Then I pulled my dick out.  They both looked at it like they’d never seen one, before.

I started playin’ with it to get it hard, but Lenny jumped over to stop me.  “I want to check something out,” he said, then he took my dick an’ lay it on the ruler an’ whispered, “Five and a half inches, soft.  Now let me.”  An’ he began strokin’ me.  Wayne got closer, to watch.  I just stood there.

It didn’t take long to get me hard; Lenny had good strong hands.  An’ Wayne finally helped him by slippin’ my balls out an’ rollin’ ‘em with his fingers.  Through it all, I closed my eyes an’ thought about nothin’.  I never did think when I was lettin’ a guy do me.  My mind’d just go blank, like I was in a trance, even though I knew I wasn’t.  It’s weird how it happens.  Anyway, when I was as big as I could get, Lenny put the ruler alongside my dick an’ whistled.  “Nine and three-quarters,” he said.  “Close enough,” an’ then he slipped his mouth around me.

It wasn’t the best blowjob I ever got, but it wasn’t the worst, either.  An’ Wayne joined him.  They kept swappin’ mouths between my dick an’ my balls, an’ it felt good like that, so I let ‘em put their hands wherever they wanted.  So long as they didn’t pull my jeans down any lower.  An’ as I was close to takin’ off, I started thinkin’, “That’ll show you, Connie.  Fuckin’ cunt.  I’m the one in control, here.”

When I was done, I felt -- I dunno, I can’t really describe it.  I felt...easy.  Full.  Relaxed.  Wanted.  All of it.  An’ I noticed Lenny an’ Wayne’d taken care of themselves at the same time -- one hand for each other, one for me.  Wayne was still jugglin’ my balls an’ strokin’ my dick an’ I didn’t want him to stop.  Even when he ran his hands up the insides of my legs an’ around an’ up over my butt.  I liked the feelin’s it brought, weird ones that were comfortable.  Casual.  Calm.  But I couldn’t let him think that that’s what I liked, so that’s when I took the money off the table an’ shoved it in my pocket. Then I tucked my dick away.

Lenny lay back against the couch, smilin’ like a cat that just ate some dumb bird.  Wayne was still runnin’ his hands over me.  Now he was behind me, runnin’ his hands under my arms an’ over my pecs like he was worshipin’ me, or somethin’.  Then he started gettin’ lower, goin’ back down around my butt, again, so I stepped away from him an’ drank down the last of my beer.

“I better split,” I said.

“You don’t have to,” said Wayne.

I shrugged an’ set the bottle on the table.  “Naw, I got a ways to go to get home.”

“Long drive?” asked Lenny.

“Walk,” I said.  “I got no car.”

“We could drive you,” said Wayne.

“Don’t want you to.”

I headed for the door.

“You want a car?” asked Lenny.

I stopped an’ looked at him, thinkin’ I knew what he meant.  A little more serious “fun time” an’ I’d get a set of wheels.  An’ to be honest, I was up for it -- dependin’ on what he was wantin’ in the way of “fun time.”  “Why, you got one you don’t need?”

Lenny didn’t move, just let his eyes drift in my direction as he said, “Yes.  A Chevy.  Not a new one, but it runs good.”

“What’s it gonna cost?”

“You show me how you did it.”

I didn’t get it.  Neither did Wayne -- or I don’t think he did.  I was pretty much ready to think I didn’t know anything about how Wayne thought.  He looked at Lenny like he was talkin’ some weird language an’ said, “You want him to come back?”

“Yes,” said Lenny.  “Then I want him to show me how he did it.  Prove he did it.”

“Did what?” I asked.

“Made ‘em cum.”

Now I’m not gonna tell ya I really thought about what Lenny was sayin’.  I didn’t.  Didn’t even really think about what it meant.  Didn’t wonder why he wanted to know.  Didn’t consider it’d be messin’ with a guy in the community who’d never done a thing to me instead of with a con who was kicked into my path by those self-righteous assholes that run the country.  I didn’t tell myself I wasn’t queer or that I oughta be doin’ a girl instead of a guy, even tho’ I’d never

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