ovely wife who had born him two lovely daughters. Yet Darren was looking
for a kind of fulfillment his family could not offer. Since high-school he
had felt attracted to men. He was in particular into beefy athletes like the
members of the football team or the wrestling squad. Being a pot-bellied
bookworm, these dream men were clearly out of his reach. Even during his
college time he never got more excitement but to offer a few blow jobs.
This had ged since he was in a position to buy him some hunky lovers. In
the end brain was mightier than brawn and Darren had learned quickly that a
few bucks could win him the attention he had been longing for.
Whenever he was on a busirip he visited a raunchy gay bar and picked
up his beefy prey.
This evening he had been sitting at the ter nervously ing his
glasses, when a huge guy addressed him. Brock, as the stru worker
had introduced himself, was keen to make some quick bucks. He had guessed
why Darren was visiting a plato which he definitely did not belong. The
snug salesman was excited that the impressive hunk had offered to suck
Orchard off for a hundred bucks. Darren couldn't believe his luck to find
such a geous piea willing to give him head so easily.
"Look at this pathetic weakling," Chuck mocked pointing with his head
towards the flabby businessman," he is a borne loser. I 't fu'
believe that a man like Brock does even talk to this nerd."
The marines were sipping their beer and waited for an opportunity to strike.
"Sergeant Dwight, what a pleasure." A familiar voice greeted Dwight from
behind. Turning around the startled marine reized the Korean who had
visited him in the m.
"Who is that gook," Chuck muttered loud enough for Lee to uand.
"This is, well, our inter-cultural advisor, Mr. Chow ..." Dwight spluttered.
"Choi Lee Kwan," Lee