Dutch waddled into the bar, almost needing to be pushed in by Mike. Getting stuck in the doorway.
Dutch bounced up to the bar and ordered a half dozen pitchers of beer and downed 2 before the other three were poured.
he grabbed the other three and tipped one up as Mike and he went to a booth. Both squeezing in on opposite sides.
The music started and up Dutch jumped. He always like to dance before and why shouldn't he now.
So as he met the dance floor and started moving like a beached whale he could hear the floor boards creak and give a bit but he just kept going.
Damn those man tits and that belly sure bounced.
It wasn't long before he was drenched in sweat and came back to the table where Mike sat and downed the refilled pitchers.
It was amazing how much Dutch could drink without getting drunk. Dutch was always a lightweight when it came to drinking. One beer and he was toasted but he had downed pitcher after pitcher and was still going strong.
It wasn't untill he had tossed back almost a half of a keg and several dozen shots that he began to get sleepy.
That was when Mike took Dutch to the back room and began offering his friends back end to anyone that wanted it.
And there were dozens, maybe hundreds that wanted a piece of Dutch, that arogant son of a bitch.
He was filled front and back till the morning and eventually passed out caked in cum. Waking only to see Mike waiting for him to take him home.