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 "Ain't it?"

"No."

"Does it make the gals squeal, Pretty Boy?"

"Hell, even I get a grunt out of them when I poke this in them," grinned Stud. "With a jock like that you ought to make them yell, Daddy." He held out his own. "Let's measure. Let's see how much longer it is than mine."

"I've got to take a shower, Stud."

"Hell, you ain't dirty, Pretty Boy. What's your hurry? You didn't answer my question."

Gaylord sputtered, "What question?"

"Does it make the gals squeal?"

"Shit, Stud … he ain't ever had a piece of ass, have you, dearie?"

I certainly have, Gaylord wanted to shout but he only walked on.

Stud grabbed him by the arm … said, "Come on, let's measure."

"Let's get it hard, first," Pete giggled, and reached between Gaylord's legs.

"Don't Pete," Gaylord pleaded with disgust. "Please don't."

"Please don't," Pete sarcastically mocked him. "Mama's baby don't want the rough boys playing with his peter, does he?"

Gaylord slapped the hand on his flesh and demanded. "Leave me alone." He continued walking slowly. They followed too close.

One whistled and laughed. "Fellows … look at that pretty ass … how'd you like a crack at that, Stud? Bet it'd be better than that whore you've been screwing." He slapped the naked cheeks and the sound echoed.

He wanted to run but was afraid they'd trip him. He had to use his head. He wouldn't let them get the best of him … but what could he do?

"Look how soft and shaky it is too," laughed Pete. He shook the flesh and followed it with a lightning-quick slap.

Gaylord's buttocks burned and so did his mind. "I said I've got to take a shower … leave me alone, damn it, and I mean it."

"Why, Gaylord, you said a nasty word." Stud put his hand on his naked chest. "Shame … shame. Don't you like flattery. All the girls think your face is so pretty. Well … we like your cute butt," he giggled. "Don't we, fellows?" 40