In the Men's Room **
**This post contains some fairly adult material.
This is post 32 of Section III. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here.
Robert went to use the men’s room, less of an adventure at a private party, but one never knew. Nothing much was going on this time, however, and Robert was just zipping when Frank came in, pulling off the wig.
“Did you see?” he asked gleefully. “It was priceless. If your ball and chain in the mud hadn’t interrupted he would have fallen for it.” Frank batted his false eyelashes at Robert. “Thank goodness I ran into you, Glenn. Honestly, I had no idea all their friends except me were—“ he dropped to a whisper and raised penciled brows—“you know.”
Robert laughed. “Was Jack very angry?” he asked, a little nervously.
Frank rolled his eyes and shrugged as he shimmied out of his pantyhose. “You know what a hard time I have paying attention to Jack. Are you sure he’s not really a closeted straight?”
“Frank!”
“Oh help me with my zipper and don’t get your panties in a wad. I know he’s your betrothed and all that, but why don’t we forget about what’s-his-name for a few minutes? God knows it should be easy enough. Drop some X with me, and let’s have some fun for old times’ sake—what do you say?” Clad only in the zebra stripes, Frank stowed his costume in a gym bag. Then he straightened up and came very close, stroking Robert’s crotch. “Come on. Let me wet your reed for you,” he murmured in Robert’s ear.
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This is post 32 of Section III. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here.
Robert went to use the men’s room, less of an adventure at a private party, but one never knew. Nothing much was going on this time, however, and Robert was just zipping when Frank came in, pulling off the wig.
“Did you see?” he asked gleefully. “It was priceless. If your ball and chain in the mud hadn’t interrupted he would have fallen for it.” Frank batted his false eyelashes at Robert. “Thank goodness I ran into you, Glenn. Honestly, I had no idea all their friends except me were—“ he dropped to a whisper and raised penciled brows—“you know.”
Robert laughed. “Was Jack very angry?” he asked, a little nervously.
Frank rolled his eyes and shrugged as he shimmied out of his pantyhose. “You know what a hard time I have paying attention to Jack. Are you sure he’s not really a closeted straight?”
“Frank!”
“Oh help me with my zipper and don’t get your panties in a wad. I know he’s your betrothed and all that, but why don’t we forget about what’s-his-name for a few minutes? God knows it should be easy enough. Drop some X with me, and let’s have some fun for old times’ sake—what do you say?” Clad only in the zebra stripes, Frank stowed his costume in a gym bag. Then he straightened up and came very close, stroking Robert’s crotch. “Come on. Let me wet your reed for you,” he murmured in Robert’s ear.
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posted by Hobbes at 6:00 AM
4 Comments:
Eww.
I thought a dog would totally understand the crotch thing.
Wait a minute! I must not be reading very carefully. You mean Frank was a man acting like a woman? Well, slap my mouth and call me Lula!
Just in this one instance, so as to fool Glenn.
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