Date: Mon, 28 May 2001 16:58:46 EDT
From: SykQuinn@aol.com
Subject: Str8 Stud In My Motel Room

I was on Fort Lauderdale beach one sunny day last March. I have been
vacationing in Fort Lauderdale each spring for close to twenty years. The
beach scene has changed quite a bit over the last two decades. When I first
discovered the pleasures of Fort Lauderdale, back in the early eighties, the
strip along Route A1A that follows the Atlantic Ocean was filled with a
combination of college students on Spring Break, young drifters and hustlers,
and an assortment of mostly young people out to party and have fun.

There was a gay element mixed in with the young straight crowd. The notorious
Marlin Beach Hotel was right in the middle of the busy strip. It was a great
place to drink at one of it's many bars, or to lay out in the sun around the
pool. The diverse crowd around the pool included gay vacationers, the local
crowd, and an assortment of young hustlers who were around looking for a way
to get some of the cash that the guests brought with them.

The hustler boys could also be found on the beach and on the nearby streets.
Birch Road, which is one block west of the beach was a popular spot to pick
up shirtless young hitchhikers for fun and games. Boys seemed to be available
night and day. A friend of mine described the scene at the Marlin Beach Hotel
and on the surrounding streets as a candy store. I certainly sampled my share
of the candy that was readily available.

But this was March 2001, and the city cleaned up it's image, and had
effectively put an end to Spring Break, and rid the streets of drinkers,
druggies and hustlers with a strong police presence. Fort Lauderdale has now
become a vacation spot for families with children and has attracted many
Canadian and European visitors, and is no longer the cruising grounds of the
wild young crowd.

But I have continued to vacation there, as I have many friends living in the
area, and the beach is still magnificent, and although street hustlers are
mostly gone, I occasionally see young drifters who may be available if you
approach them at the right time. But I now mainly used the local hustler bars
as the place to find the "play-for-pay" boys.

However I stay at a gay motel that is a few blocks off the beach and I love
to spend my days on the beach. A gay beach has emerged near Sebastian Street
and that is where the gay crowd hangs out, but I prefer the beach that is
about one mile south near Las Olas Blvd. This is where the young straight
crowd goes. And although the city fathers have pretty much eliminated the
wild Spring Break of years gone by, there are still a number of college
students that choose to spend their break in Lauderdale. I find that the
beach near Las Olas, opposite the Elbo Room bar is a very popular spot for
the remaining college kids.

I am now in my late forties but still love to be around the young males on
the beach. I usually awaken early in the morning, have a good breakfast, and
then smoke a nice fat joint to start my vacation days. I am then ready to go
to the "straight" beach to check out the young semi naked bodies on display.
I rent a lounge chair which I try to position in an area that has a nice
young crowd. I have discovered that the young females tend to arrive on the
beach earlier than their male counterparts. And a blanket full of young
bikini girls is a good place to park my lounge chair, as I know that when the
young college guys arrive on the beach, they will arrange themselves very
close nearby.

It is not my intention to actually pickup any of these straight young males.
It is primarily a place to try to lose myself in the sea of young bodies and
to look, listen and enjoy the sights and the sounds of young people playing
in their swim suits. I love to watch the guys sunning, swimming or playing
catch with footballs or Frisbees and showing off their tight athletic young
bodies for the girls. I lay back buzzed on marijuana, watching the flesh
parade. I thoroughly enjoy the show.

On this particular day last March, the sun was shining brightly and a nice
tropical breeze was blowing. I had not made any sexual contacts yet on this
trip and was feeling very horny. I was still rubbing suntan lotion on my body
as I noticed two young dudes pass my chair, and walk to the shore line
carrying a football. They began to toss the ball to each other. One of them
was built like a college football player. He was tall, about 6' 2" and had
short dark hair, muscular with a moderately hairy chest. I noticed a stylish
fade haircut and a gold chain around his neck with the medallion turned
around and hanging on his back. The chain would glisten in the bright
sunshine as he threw and caught the ball. He had a nicely tanned muscular
body and looked like he might actually be a quarterback on his college team.
I also observed that he had nicely formed legs and thighs. I could only guess
what was inside his shorts. His buddy was a surfer type, a tall thin blonde
with a smooth but defined body. The dark haired more muscular guy started
zipping the ball to the blonde, and he was always able to catch it. Then he
threw some high deep patterns and I watched as the blonde ran back and leapt
in the air to make some fine receptions. I could also see that the blonde was
not wearing a jock as his cock flopped around as he was jumping for the ball.

I was watching these two play catch rather intently, when I noticed that a
guy and a girl were approaching the area that was empty to the right of my
lounge chair. The girl was twenty-one or so, and the guy was about
twenty-five. He was a handsome young jock type, about six feet with a
muscular smooth body. He had a loose fitting red tank top on, as he was
carrying two folding chairs and a cooler. The pretty young blonde girl was in
a two piece bathing suit and carrying a beach bag. I could see the muscles in
the guys biceps flex as he lowered the beach chairs and the cooler to the
sand. I watched as he set up the chairs and then he removed his tank top and
relaxed in the beach chair. He had very nicely formed calves and thighs. His
legs were covered in dark hair, but his upper body was very smooth, except
for a line going down from his navel into the waist of his black nylon boxer
style swimsuit.

I continued observing as the blond girl got up with a tube of suntan lotion
and stood over the hot young guy. She proceeded to rub lotion all over his
arms and chest and belly. He laid back in the chair as she thoroughly covered
his firm young body with lotion. She actually tweaked his nipples as she
massaged his chest. I was so jealous. To only be able to caress that smooth
hard body, as she was doing was a hot fantasy for me. She then stood behind
him and rubbed the lotion on his back, and then she moved back to the front
and covered his legs and worked her hands up his thighs toward his crotch. I
thought that I saw his cock twitch in his shorts, but it may have only been
my imagination.

 He then rubbed lotion on her body, and they both drank cold beer from the
cooler. I decided that it was time to close my eyes and take in some sun, and
think about what I had all ready seen this morning. My cock was stirring in
my shorts but I fell asleep for a little while in the hot sun, surrounded by
all these hot young guys and girls. When I awoke a few minutes later, I
opened my eyes and noticed that the football tossing guys had disappeared
from my sight and I glanced over to the couple to my right. I saw that two
new young guys had put their towels between me and the couple. And these two
guys were hot too. Very hot.

They were too close to me to really check out discretely, so I stood up and
moved my chair back, acting as if I was trying to adjust to the change in
direction of the sun light. I moved back a few feet so as to be able to view
my new neighbors. One was blonde in his late teens or early twenties. He had
a striking resemblance to Leonardo DiCaprio. His friend was slightly older,
early twenties, and had a hard masculine edge to him. He had a tight hard,
mostly smooth body. Very short dark hair, in an almost military style. He had
a five o clock shadow on his face and I noticed very white teeth and a very
cute smile with dimples showing as he joked with his blonde buddy. I turned
off the sound on my head phones and decided to try to listen to the
conversation of these two young studs, rather than music on my CD player.

I hoped that my dark sun glasses hid the direction that my eyes were focusing
on. I thought that I heard the blonde kid call his dark haired friend Joe. I
could not make out much of their words but I was now intently watching these
two guys. They were looking over to a blanket that had three young women with
large breasts wearing bright neon bikinis. The guys were laughing and I could
not take my eyes off of Joe, as he was smiling and laughing with his
infectious grin and bright white teeth contrasting with his tan skin. The two
boys then got up off their towels and both ran into the ocean, where they
dove into the waves. I couldn't take my eyes off of this handsome pair as
they frolicked in the ocean.

They returned to the towels, right next to my chair and then dried themselves
off. I noticed that the blonde boy had a red translucent bathing suit on and
I could see his cock flopping against the thin material. The rest of his body
was smooth and mostly firm, with just a hint of a tummy, but very cute. But,
dark haired Joe really captured my fancy. He was such a masculine young guy
who moved with grace and confidence. I longed to remove his black shorts and
see his thick pubic hair that led to his bulging meat. I was sure that I
could learn to love to service that stud.  After drying off, the guys sat
back down on their towels and the blonde haired boy reached to his shirt and
took out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, handed another to Joe and lit them
as they began smoking.

The guy who was sitting with the girl to their left then asked the blonde boy
if he could bum a cigarette. The boy gave him a cigarette and the guy with
the girl thanked him and they engaged in a conversation. I tried to hear what
they were saying. I discovered that the blonde boy's name was Kevin and the
girl commented on how he looked like Leonardo DiCaprio. I thought that I was
not the only one to think that. Kevin laughed and brushed the blonde hair out
of his eyes and said that everyone told him that.  I also learned that dark
haired Joe was in fact a military man, who had been in the air force and had
recently been discharged and was now back in Fort Lauderdale and was looking
for a job. The girl then offered Kevin and Joe a beer, which they gladly
accepted.

I continued to silently observe the young crowd around me and I took a walk
down to the water when Kevin and Joe went back for a swim.  They did not seem
to notice the fact that I was checking them out. After another hour or so the
guy with his girlfriend packed up their stuff and left the beach, saying
good-bye to Kevin and Joe. I heard Kevin then say that he was going to the
store across the street for some more beer. He put on his shirt and left Joe
alone on his towel to my left, slightly in front of me. Joe stood up and lit
another cigarette. He was checking out the beach scene when he turned in my
direction and saw me looking directly at him. Instead of averting my eyes as
I would normally do, I continued to look right at him and smiled. He looked
at me in a questioning way and finally asked me if I was looking at something.

My heart was pounding with excitement and fear, as I usually do not actually
make contact with the straight boys on the beach, but decided to go for it,
as I didn't think that he would hit me or anything right on the beach and so
I told him

"I think that you are very good looking."

He wrinkled his eyebrows in surprise and disgust, and said,

"Dude. I am not used to having a guy tell me that."

I tried to remain calm and continued smiling as I told him that I meant no
offense and was just admiring how handsome that he was. He asked me if I was
a queer. I told him that it is not the term that I normally use, but that I
was gay. He was still standing, looking down at me with a quizzical
expression on his handsome young face, as if trying to figure out what I was
all about. And the whole time that he was looking at me, my eyes were
examining his face and body. He was so masculine with a killer body and a
very sexy face. He could see that I was harmless and he now looked over at me
with an amused smile, and said,

"Dude. I'm no fag, so don't expect anything off of me."

His voice was so macho, like a tough Italian kid. I told him that I realized
that he was straight and I was just admiring him and was not going to try
anything. He kept looking around to be sure that Kevin was not yet on his way
back to the beach. Satisfied that his high school buddy would not catch him
talking with a fag, we began a conversation. He told me that he was just out
of the air force and was hanging out with his old friend Kevin for the day.
He said that he was living at home with his parents and really needed a job,
so he could find a place of his own. I decided that if I had gone this far, I
might as well try my luck a little further. I continued looking at him and
said,

"I could help you out with some money."

He smiled at me and asked sarcastically,

"And what would I have to do? Suck your dick? " He wrinkled his nose in
disgust but kept smiling. "No way dude. I'm no fag."

"No, no," I said. "Nothing like that. I know that you're straight, but I
wouldn't mind sucking on yours."

Joe had been standing in front of my chair and kind of leaning over to talk
to me, so that no one else on the beach could hear our perverse conversation.
But he backed off when I mentioned sucking his cock and told me to forget
about it, as it was totally not his scene and he had no interest in having a
guy do that to him.  I asked him if he would agree to just come to my motel
room to talk with me, drink some beer, or smoke a joint together. He told me
that he liked to get high, but was not having any gay sex with me. I
convinced him that I would pay him to just hang out with me and get high.
Nothing else. He thought about it and said,

"Dude. I could really use some money. How much will you pay me to just hang
out? and no fag stuff though," he warned me.

"We can discuss that and work out a fair amount." I replied.

Joe, who was constantly on the look out for his buddy Kevin's return, noticed
that Kevin was crossing the street and heading back to the beach. Joe then
sat back down on his towel, and turned to me.

"Listen, I need some cash and as long as you don't expect me to do nothing
queer with you, I am willing to talk. Kev has to go to work in a couple of
hours. Take my beeper number and let me know if you are serious about paying
me to just chill with you."

 I quickly opened my bag and grabbed a pen and paper and jotted down his
number, and told him that I would call him later that afternoon. Joe ended
any further conversation by telling me,

 "My buddy is coming back. Shut up now. Beep me later."

I liked the way Joe was giving me orders. Something about the whole straight
boy trip that I get into involves an element of my playing the part of a
submissive faggot to a superior young straight stud.  I do not wish to be
physically harmed, but I love the physiological angle of being totally
submissive to a young guy such as Joe. I know that it is not politically
correct, or even logical to think that way, but that is the scenario that
makes my heart pound and makes my cock get hard, and turns me into a gay man
who wants to serve hot straight young guys like Joe, and to give them money,
to humiliate myself in their presence.

 Kevin returned with a couple of beers. The boys drank, and later went back
into the ocean for another swim. They also talked to some girls but left the
beach before I did. Joe never made eye contact with me again until they were
both leaving, when he looked over at me and gave me a sexy grin as he brushed
sand off his tight ripped tummy, and then pulled a tee shirt over his head. I
watched him from behind as he and Kevin walked away from the sand. I admired
the tight calf muscles on Joe's legs and I noted that his tight ass looked so
cute in his surfer shorts as the cheeks bounced in rhythm with his perfect
legs moving through the sand. I was so horny and couldn't wait to see if
anything would come of my bold proposition.

I headed back to my room a short time after Kevin and Joe had left the beach.
My mind was racing. Should I beep him? He probably would never agree to being
alone with me in my room. And would he let me suck him off for enough money?
I also wondered if he was setting me up and would bring some friends to beat
me up and rob me. My mind was in a tail spin, but I was so horny, and Joe
looked so good. I only spoke to him for a few minutes, but I got the
impression that he was curious to explore something new and he did say that
he could use some cash. And I thought that if I had gone this far, I might as
well beep him, as this kind of opportunity does not usually come my way. I
showered and cleaned up and it was now 4:00 PM, and I reached for the phone
and dialed his beeper number. I entered the motel switch board number and my
room extension, and hung up the phone and waited.

Five minutes later, the phone rang in my room. I was startled. I was
expecting to be disappointed. I cleared my throat and answered,

"Hello."

"Hey, you beeped me?

"Yeah, I'm the guy from the beach before," I replied.

There was silence and then he started to speak in a quiet voice. "So. you
really did call me."

"Yeah man," I answered. "I would really like for you to hang out with me for
a while."

"How long?", he asked.

"I don't know.  I told you I have cold beer and some outrageous smoke.   Can
you hang out for an hour or so"

There was a few seconds of silence.

"And how much will you give me to hang out with you?"

"If you just want to hang out and get high, I will pay you $100," I answered.

"What do you mean, if I just want to hang out? I told you I wasn't into any
kinky shit dude," he told me rather forcefully.

I tried to calm him down.

"Then that is just fine Joe. If you want to come over and relax for an hour I
will pay you $100"

"I don't have an hour dude," he replied. "Maybe twenty minutes or a half hour
tops."

I really wanted Joe in my room, so I reluctantly agreed. I hoped that I could
persuade him to do a little more if I offered him more money. I do not
usually spend a lot of money on hustlers, but I had spent very little on the
trip so far, and Joe seemed different. Not a hustler, but a true straight
boy. I gave him the address and room number, and he said he would be over in
twenty minutes.

I rolled a couple of joints and waited for Joe's arrival. In what seemed like
only a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and saw
Joe standing there. He quickly walked in my room and closed the door behind
him.

"You didn't tell me this was a fag motel. Those guys around the pool were
checking me out like I was a fucking chick, man. Weirded me out," he said.

But he was smiling, and did not really seem that pissed off. That was a good
sign, I thought.

I looked him over now that he was in my room. About six feet tall, thin and
real handsome. He had put some kind of gel in his short black hair, so that
it glistened. I also noticed a small diamond stud in his right ear. He was
very tan, and had shaved since the beach. He was wearing baggy black shorts
that came down half way to his knees and I could see his Calvin Klein boxers
above the waist. He had thrown a shirt on but not buttoned it so his chest
and tan smooth abs were visible to me. He wore white sneakers with no socks.
I guess I was staring at him, and he smiled and asked,

"Can I sit down dude? Or are you just going to stand there and stare at me
for twenty minutes?"

I realized that he had only promised me a brief visit, so I asked him to have
a seat on the small couch in the room, and went to the refrigerator and
opened two beers. He took one and I toasted to a nice visit.

He opened his beer and chugged the whole can in a few gulps and smiled at me.

"Can I have another, dude? He asked, and then let out a loud burp.

He grinned at me like a little kid. He waited for my reaction. He really
turned me on and I told him to do whatever he feels like. I handed him a
second beer which he drank more slowly and I lit a joint. We toked back and
forth and he was talking about this red headed girl that he was going to see,
He told me that he was going to get his dick sucked and then he was going to
fuck her pussy. I told him that I would pay him more money if he let me suck
his cock. He smiled again and said,

"Listen faggot. This cock is for females, not faggots...," and then he burst
out laughing. He then grabbed his dick though his shorts. It looked like a
nice bulge. I licked my lips, and he laughed out loud again.

"You are a hungry faggot? Aren't you," he taunted.

Joe continued to laugh at me for being so turned on by his presence in my
motel room. He toked on the joint with his left hand, and rubbed his smooth
tummy with his right hand. I really wanted to touch this boy and maybe even
taste his flesh. I had to ask, to beg if I had to.

"Could you please take your shirt off? I asked timidly.

"No way faggot. It wasn't part of the deal. I am just going to sit here and
drink your beer and smoke your weed for twenty minutes and you are giving me
$100. That's the deal faggot."

I knew he was right, but I tried one more time before offering him more
money. I told him,

"I already saw you with your shirt off on the beach, man. So why not here?.

"Cause I said so fag," he answered with that ever present smirk on his
confident handsome young face.

"Okay man. Can I pay you more money to have you do more?", I asked in a
pleading voice.

"Yeah fag. Another $50 for the shirt."

That was a rather steep price, so I said,

"Come on man. I really want to see more of you, but I can't pay that kind of
money for your shirt."

"Okay fag. How about $20 if I take off my sneaker?"

He was laughing and giggling like a teenager at my predicament. I was so
horny that I was willing to humiliate myself for this straight young guy. I
do not have an intense foot fetish, but I enjoy every part of a good looking
young guy and so the idea of seeing his naked foot was a turn on. I don't
think that Joe expected me to accept but I said,

"Okay. Twenty if you remove your sneaker, or (as I quickly thought), you let
me remove your sneaker."

Joe did look a bit shocked, but as he was finishing his third beer, he leaned
back on the couch.

"Go ahead homo. Take my sneaker off."

He then placed the empty beer can on the table to his left, and put his hands
behind his head, in a classic position to get sucked off in, I thought. But I
was not about to blow him, at least not yet, but I did get down into a
cocksucker's position on the cold tile floor of the motel room and looked up
at my straight young god, with his open shirt showing a tanned washboard
tummy and a smooth swimmer's chest. I could also see a bit of his black
armpit hair showing through the gap where his open shirt was resting against
his flexed bicep muscle.

As I positioned myself on the floor before him, he spread his legs out and
again flexed his biceps, and grinned down at me.

"C'mon dude. Time's a wasting. Take my sneaker off."

I reached down and lovingly caressed the sneaker on his right foot, and
lightly touched the hair on his leg. He did not object. I opened the laces
and loosened them so he could slip the shoe off. I noted that it did not have
a strong odor as Joe had showered and shaved after the beach. I removed the
shoe and then noted a lingering smell from the inside of his sneaker in the
hot Florida sun, but the smell was a turn on. I stared to caress his naked
foot, but this was too much for Joe, who gently kicked my hand away.

"My shoe is off. I didn't say anything about playing with my feet, fag. Shit,
you are really pathetic, wanting to touch my feet. How much would you pay me
to suck my feet, fag?"

"Another $20," I offered.

"Make it $30, so you can owe my $150 all together, so far." He added.

I wondered what he might do for more money. I didn't want to blow the whole
vacation budget on this punk, but he sure did turn me on. I took his bare
foot in my mouth and started to lick his toes. This was not the first time
that I had licked a hot young dude's foot and it was much like sucking his
cock. I worked my tongue between his big toe and the next one and began to
tease it with my tongue.  This did not go unnoticed by straight Joe.

"Whoa, you faggot. What the fuck are you doing? Trying to make my toe cum?
You are one sick faggot motherfucker."

But despite his protests, he let me continue servicing his foot And with his
foot still in my mouth, I noticed him move his hand down to adjust his
crotch. I stopped sucking his toe and look at his crotch and noticed
movement, as his cock was beginning to get hard. He noticed me staring and
told me,

"I can't believe it, but my dick is getting hard. Smoking dope always gets me
horny, and the way you were sucking on my big toe, my fucking brain thought
there was a chick sucking my joint."

He reached down with both hands and grabbed my head. He looked right into my
eyes.

"I have to pick up Linda in fifteen minutes, and if I blow a load here I can
hold out longer with the bitch. Tell you what faggot. Today is your lucky day
and I really need the cash. Make it an even $200, and I let you blow me. But
you have to move fast. I gotta be out of here in five minutes. Go faggot.
suck me."

I nodded yes, and I felt his hands place my face on the crotch of his shorts.
His hands moved off my head as he let me do my thing. I reached up to open
his pants. I pulled his shorts and boxers off together and saw that his cock
was all ready hard. A nice thick six inch cut cock was sticking out above a
thick patch of black pubic hair. He then got up to pull his shorts and
underwear completely off. He also shrugged his shirt off and was now naked
save for his left sneaker which I never removed. He sat back down and again
assumed the position with his hands behind his head as he thrust his now
naked body out towards my waiting mouth, and I swallowed the six inch cock to
the hilt on the first swallow. He moaned in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck, you faggot, suck my dick. Ohh man that feels good, you fucking
cocksucker."

I kept his dick in the back of my throat as I contracted my throat muscles to
give him the blow job of his young life. I could feel his bloated cock
pulsating against my tongue and I finally let it out to only quickly swallow
it again so as his hairy pubic bush was pushed right up to my nose. I could
smell the soapy clean scent of his bush and taste the sweet taste of his fat
cock in my mouth along with the bitter sweet taste of his precum leaking out
into my mouth. I loved to have this str8 kid burying his cock deep in my
face. He then stood up and once again grabbed the back of my head. This time
he thrust his cock hard down my throat and grabbed the back of my head.

"Suck me you motherfucker. Suck my dick faggot! Oh fuck. It feels soo fuckin
good you faggot."

Joe was thrusting his cock down my throat hard and fast while he was verbally
telling me what to do and what he thought of me. I was in pig heaven, but
soon I started to choke on Joe's cock and I started to cough and pull back.
He laughed at me but told me to keep busy and lick his balls. I stopped
coughing and put my tongue out to lick Joe's nuts.

"Lick my balls, now motherfucker!", Joe ordered.

I obeyed and got down even lower to taste his tight balls that were very
close to his slim young body, but they tasted manly like him and I detected a
stronger odor from his nuts than from his cock as he was sweating and working
his way to an intense orgasm. He curled up on the couch, as I licked his
balls and I worked my way lower to the hairy entrance to his ass. I took my
tongue off his balls and darted it to the very edge of his puckered asshole.
As my tongue touched the rim of his ass, he shuddered and grabbed my head.

"I'm going to cum you faggot. You filthy motherfuckin faggot. You fucking
licked my shitty ass hole. I'm going to cum now."


And as he pulled me back to his cock. As my mouth was about to close over his
throbbing young dick, the first shot of cum couldn't wait and hit me on the
cheek and on my lips but I quickly swallowed the exploding cock in my hungry
mouth and got to swallow the rest of his thick pungent load. I let the still
throbbing cock rest in my mouth as I heard him breathing heavily and I could
see his chest rising and falling above my mouth. He had stopped cursing once
he started to cum. After a minute, he pulled out of my mouth, and said,

"It's getting late dude. Got to go."

And he quickly put his clothes on, and was sitting on the couch putting his
right sneaker back on. I went to my wallet and removed $200, and handed it to
him. He slipped the cash in his pocket. He reached to the table and picked up
the other joint that I had rolled but not smoked.

"Okay if I bring this to my chick?", he asked.

But he did not wait for an answer and put it in his pack of cigarettes. He
pulled himself together, walked to the door and said , "Later."

I was still on the floor as he let himself out and closed the door behind
him. I was covered in Joe's cum, both on my face and in my mouth.  I could
still smell his balls in my nose. I thought how a few hours earlier, I was on
the beach like every other day watching the football players, and the hot
guys with their girlfriends, and all the other hot str8 guys. And now I
actually got one to come back to my motel room and let me suck him off, even
if it cost me some vacation money.  I then pulled my shorts down, and lay on
the floor and jerked off with the taste of straight Joe's cock, balls, ass
and cum still fresh on my face and in my mouth.

Any comments would be appreciated at SykQuinn@aol.com