Learning Cunni-form Linguistics required tests to be sure Darby could Wubble, not just talk w/ his tongue.
Languages hinge on how one can contort the lips, tongue, and form sounds, humming, vibrating, moving tongue up, down, in, and out all change the effect on the rosebud or microphones Darby tested.
Marcy had just invited Darby on a free trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, with a famous Austin Interior Designer, Joe, a close friend and a pillar in the rich gay community. He was paying for an entourage, Marcy bringing a few friends, Darby as she put it to him, eye candy on the beach that they could all enjoy, Atlantic waves of fantastic beauty, a paradise tourism site that he would not have to pay a penny, to eat, stay in a fine hotel on the beaches, all for Free. “That’s for me!” he said as the other couple invited, both real estate agents in the Kilter Wilton Real Estate company. They all had their real estate licenses hung with the lowly salesman license that requires two years of what amounts to apprenticing for half the money you need to live on, working more hours that if you had a job, and needed to wear nice clothes, even drive a newer 4-door car for showing potential buyers with their families as you did tours, open houses, and learned the business. They had been selling real estate for a year and had made some money. Darby thought of the cute couple, her more than him, to be an example of what a tremendous common occupation could lead to, especially taking time off on the Christmas break when few buyers were looking for houses. a trip to Mexico seemed terrific. Darby had only had his Real Estate License for a few weeks and was still without a sale but had a little money saved from his other jobs modeling and bartending until he gave that up for the full-time shot at real estate.
Joe Briteone was renowned; Darby was told for doing rich, elaborate houses all through the hills west of Austin, Texas, where Darby would cruise on his Maxim 1100 on the curves with cliffs, homes like Joe’s built into the sides and up high, scary to enter the steep slope to the garages below the dark red brick house. The road up the side of the steep hill above it allowed bypasses to see into the second floor, or for him, and guests view them flying down the curves too fast to see them standing naked in the evenings with dim light, a thrill when a younger boy he was mentoring was on his knees sucking on him or holding onto the hand rails in front of the window with both of them looking out, transfixed, one behind the other by the ecstatic views and feelings of arousal they shared with voyeurs like Marcy who would lick her big red lips as 440 pounds of her, dressed in fine silks, would giggle and jiggle, aroused by the view, but not interested in participating, thus great for the exhibitionism on display for the limited audience.
When they arrived, Marcy brought Darby by to meet Joe and his boyfriend; they pulled down into the lower driveway and entered the elevator for 4; in that case, two was a comfortable limit, touching in several places to fit in with Marcy, they rode the slow but able elevator to the second floor where our host awaited us at the top where the intercom had told him when to push the button to lift us high. As the door opened, the tall black lineman's boots, leather pants tucked in, and his leather vest, a costume that Marcy said would be fun since she had seen him wear it with the Wife-Beater undershirt, she knew that would sew the adventure together and get the tickets for her to bring her friends along.
Darby did not know he was there to barter a trip; in fact, he was never asked or told there was any price, Free. As they ate the tastiest snacks, “orderves?” he thought… “Wow.” Drinks were there, and Darby accepted a Tequila Sunrise with a cherry… unaware of the show ahead. They sat enjoying the talk with their hosts, Darby amazed by the beauty of statues, art, a display with lighting like a museum, genuinely dazzled by the rich motif, the evidence of money dripping off the walls. The other two, clearly the younger one, Rollo, was about 28, thought Darby as he watched them fondle each other. At the same time, Marcy raved about the place they were at, dropped named they both shared as friends that Darby knew not of, and at one point when Darby asked where the bathroom was, Rollo was instructed to show me the bath, as it was down the hall near the lower bedroom. As they left, he saw Marcy and Joe smile at each other, swore he saw Marcy wink as Darby was turning to follow Rollo to go.
(adult Content after Paywall, Romance not for children, Wubbling is best saved for after sweet 16… not intending to create problems, but growing solutions with words.)
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