“Sir, that is your penis!” I said, stating the obvious. I thought “Quik2draw” was a reference to his love of spaghetti westerns. I threw my hands up like a cop had just shined his lights on me and yelled at me to stick ‘em up. One moment I’m caressing his face, the next he grabbed my hand and put it right where he wanted it. David, that’s his real name, kissed me deeply, too deeply and before I could say, “Thanks for the drinks, good night!” his warm, hard dick was in the palm of my hand, literally. I thought we were just kissing good night in his car until I felt it in my hand. “Quik2draw” pulled out his penis with the kind of urgency you might find during a natural disaster or a major security threat.
