Ad placed by Andre (8 slender inches) and Mike (7 thick inches) in the local weekly newspaper:

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Power Drills: GBM's, Strong, hard, silent seven- and eight-inch power drills seek tight BWM or SWM who seeks filled fantasy experience for multiple drill role play says-no-but-wants-yes bottom. Call Mike at 945-6036.
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Ad Rob saw instead in the local weekly newspaper and decided later to respond to:

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Power Drills: Set of strong, hard, silent power drills for sale. Multiple-drill set, including seven- and nine-inch power drills. Call Mac at 945-8279.
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Telephone number Rob called after scanning through the paper the next day for the number he wanted to call: 945-6036. A very friendly voice on the other end of the line told him to come right on over and gave him the address.

Mike answered the door.

"Hi, I'm Rob. I called about the power drills you have."

"Well, hello, Rob. Come on in. God, you looked ripped, man. What a lucky day. So, you want to be drilled? Hey, Andre, com'on down here. The bottom who called is here?"

"Huh, excuse me? The name's Rob Buxton, actually. Oh, the drills. Yes, I came for the drills. Can I see them?"

"Wow, Mike, we've got an anxious one," the beefy Andre said as he appeared at the door. "Well, let's not keep him waiting. Com'on in, dude. Nice butt, man. Do you work out?"

"Uh, yes," Rob answered a little confused. "So, where are the drills? In the garage?"

"Anywhere you like it, Rob," Andre answered with a laugh. "God, I'll bet you are cut too. Let me see your pecs next to Mike's here. Mike, off with your T. I'll help Rob here. There. Yep, you're just about as ripped as Mike, and he's workin' out all the time. So, you want it in the garage. Come on through here."

"So, is that where you keep the drills?" Rob managed through his confusion.

"Sure, a lot of the time," Mike answered. "We're always workin' on Andre's truck. Sometimes we stop doin' that and work on each other." Mike and Andre shared a laugh. Rob continued to look confused.

"So, ever done this before, Rob?" Andre asked as they bustled through the kitchen and out to the garage. He hesitated on the way to pick up a tube of KY.

"Huh, shopped for drills, you mean?" Rob asked. "No, not really."

"Sweet." Andre said, as they entered an oversized garage with a cleared area in front of a pickup truck that was backed into the front part of the garage. "There, Mike, pull that saw horse over there and spread those old burlap sacks over it."

"And your ad said you had an seven inch and an eight inch. Is that right?" Rob asked.

"Yep," Mike answered. "I've got the seven inch, but it's very thick. Andre's got a more slender one, but it's over eight inches."

"So, can I see them and examine them."

"Absolutely," Mike and Andre said in unison. And they stripped right down. Rob stood there in complete shock, as Mike walked over and stripped him right down too.

"Sweet," Andre said with a whistle of appreciation. "God, he's beautiful. And he's got some length too. So,