Jimmy Banks from the filling station.

Hank saw the young man's knees tremble with Veevee's oral attentions as she kneeled in front of him. Hank hoped that the young man might be a new member Jim and Sally had found for their swing group, since four of their best regulars had recently moved away to get a country house together. A young couple, or even a young man, could be a nice addition.

The object of Veevee's affection was a long slim cock, firmly erect but curved down a little like the nozzle of a gas pump. Hank smiled, thinking it looked familiar. He stepped forward into the Walkers' cabin to see if he was right about who owned the object of his wife's ardent cock-worship.

"Jimmy Banks, son-of-a-gun!" Hank said.

Jimmy Banks was the son of Harley and Carmen Banks, who ran a truck stop at the edge of town. Sometimes Jimmy pumped gas and helped out. Harley and Carmen were also regulars at the Walkers' swap parties, and had started bringing their son Jimmy a few months ago. "Once I knew Jimmy was AC/DC," Harley had told Hank and Veevee, "Carmen and I knew the parties were the safest place for him." Jimmy enjoyed the parties and proved popular with both women and men.

"Mr. Menard?" Jimmy said. "Your wife said you'd be on your way. Give you a fill-up, sir?" he asked.

Veevee leaned back and laughed. "I always think Hank needs a fill-up," she said.

"You gave me a good one last week, Jimmy," Hank said, eyeing Jimmy's cock. "I'll let you know if I need a top-off. But what are you doing here?"

"Jim and Sally helped out with the fare," Jimmy said. Veevee squeezed his cock gently, keeping him erect.

"Are you on this cruise all by yourself, Jimmy?" Hank asked. He wondered where Harley and Carmen were, and he thought Jimmy had a girlfriend.