Before You 0.5 by Joanna Blake, Pincushion Press Page A

responded immediately, unbuckling his pants. The blond pulled his dick into her warm wet mouth and proceeded to suck the chrome off of it. He watched as the brunette leaned down and pulled his balls into her mouth.
                  Jesus, that felt good.
                  He watched their heads bobbing up and down for a while and then leaned back and let them work him over. They switched positions a few times, really getting him going. His mind wandered back to that sweet little waitress at Mae's. He imagined her beautiful brown eyes staring up at him from below. He could picture her incredible little body in minute detail. Through her clothes of course, but he had an excellent imagination.
                  Fuck!
                  That was all it took for him to blow his load. He didn't warn them, just grabbed whatever girl's head was currently on his cock and held it still while he pumped his cum into her willing throat. She gobbled it up eagerly and then sat back, waiting to see if he wanted more.
                  He nodded and the girls got comfortable on the bed, playing with each others bodies. He might as well get a few more rounds off. He definitely was feeling pent up tonight.
                  He pulled on his beer and watched as the brunette went down on the blond skank.
                  He didn't even know their names.
     

Jack

Jack watched Dev take the two sweetbutts upstairs. He shook his head. He didn't have the patience for dealing with one woman, let alone two. It had been a while since he laid anyone though. He knew he could have his pick of the women hanging around the bar tonight.
                  In fact, he was way too popular for his liking.
                  Something about the way he kept to himself only seemed to make the girls more desperate to get his attention. They made it clear they'd do anything to please him. He sneered at a girl with frizzy bleached out hair who brushed past him, giving him a suggestive glance. Maybe it was time to leave.
                  He stalked over to the bar and put down the heavy mug that Donnie kept just for him.
                  "Want a refill?"
                  Jack shook his head. He'd been drinking ginger ale all night, as usual.
                  "Calling it a night?"
                  "Yeah."
                  Donnie smiled at him. Jack didn't smile back. It wasn't that he didn't like Donnie. It was just that Jack never smiled. Donnie held out his hand and Jack clasped it in a show of brotherhood.
                  "See you tomorrow, Viking."
                  Jack nodded and left. He ignored the looks he was getting from the rest of the club and the easy women who were lounging everywhere. He was not in the mood for dealing with them, even for some quick head.
                  He strode out to his bike and climbed on. It was just a quick ride to his shop and the apartment above it. He decided to throw the lights on up top and work on the roof deck.
                  Jack was hammering in two by four planks of cedar when he looked up at the sky. It was already getting light out but he could still see the stars. It was beautiful up there on the roof. Or it would be, when he was finished.
                  He wondered briefly who the hell he was building the deck for. It's not like he had anyone to share it with other than Dev and Donnie. Hell, he hardly even talked to them, even though he would lay down his life for them in a heart beat.
                  It wasn't worth much to anyone anyway.
                 

Donnie

              Donnie lifted his head from the woman's luscious mounds. He'd picked her up at the supermarket less than an hour ago. Now they were on her kitchen floor, with her unpacked grocery bag tipped