Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 17:21:50 -0500
From: River Rat <riverrat56@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rocky Mountain Hard

It was the summer between my senior year in high school and the first year
in college. I found this neat job at a resort in Colorado, 600 miles from
home. I couldn't believe that I was going to spend a summer in the
mountains, a dream come true.

I had been a shy kid in high school. A few good friends, on the year book
staff, marching band, above average grades, but not so high as to attract
attention to myself. My haircut, clothes all were no typical that I was
easily lost in the crowd. I had one close friend who I could tell anything
to, and we are still close friends. I tried to talk Tony into applying for a
job at the resort, but his mom wouldn't let him.

I turned 18 a few days after graduation. My mom threw a surprise party, and
Tony helped her with the invitation list.  The family stayed mainly in the
front room, and all the friends from school congregated on the deck. I was
surprised how much fun I had. I even made out with Brenda, a girl I had a
crush on in band. Tony planned to stay over night, and helpe me clean up the
mess. It was nothing unusual for him to sleep over, but I really wanted some
privacy after the make out session. I was so turned on and needed relief.

Tony was already in bed when I got out of the bathroom. It was a warm night,
and he was only wearing some white jockey shorts, our typical sleeping
attire.

"I saw you and Brenda, that must have been great!"

"Man, it was. I've never felt that way before. For the first time I
understand was all the guys have been talking about," I replied.

"Too bad you're leaving town tomorrow. The way she was coming on to you, you
might have had yourself a real girlfriend."

"I've been thinking about that myself. I got so turned on while we were
kissing that she noticed my hand-on through my jeans. I was embarrassed, but
I think she was flattered."

"So, are you still going to Colorado?" Tony asked.

"Yes, this has been a dream of mine for along time. I just know that's what
I should do. I only wish you were coming with me."

"I think you'd rather have Brenda there than me."

"Hey, she is pretty special, but you've been my friend since kindergarten.
She will be in my fantasies, but you be in my thoughts," I said.

"Oh, don't go sentimental on me. Make sure you keep us in the right
thoughts, or you'll really be screwed up. I'd hate to think that the wet
spot on your underwear was my making."

I looked down and was surprised to see a round wet spot where my erection
had been earlier tonight. The memory and arousal of the evening began to
return and I was helpless as my erection filled out my underwear. "Don't
worry, that was all Brenda."

"I don't see her now?" Tony said, with a crooked smile.

"I wish she were. I'm going to have a wicked case of blue balls in the
morning."

"Did she let you French kiss?" he asked.

"Yes, my first time ever. My hands were busy too," I said, in a daze of
flashing memories.

I laid my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, reliving the experience. I
knew that my erection was very obvious, but Tony was my best friend, and had
seen it before. When I next opened my eyes, my erection was leaking again,
pushing against the white cotton fabric. I looked at Tony and was surprised
to see his hand inside his underwear, stroking his erection. His eyes were
closed, so I decided to do the same. Side by side, we began to masturbate,
not quite in the open, but not hidden either. My thoughts were conflicted
between Brenda's kisses and Tony's jacking off right beside me. I looked
again, and his elastic waistband was below his balls, and he was stroking
his cock in plain sight. His eyes were still shut, so I released my cock to
the open air, sliding it down my hips to allow more freedom. When I next
looked at Tony, I saw that he was watching me jack off. Just knowing he was
watching was enough to put me over the edge, and I could feel the orgasm
build from my balls, though my body, and spurting out my cock. I had never
felt such a powerful spasm before, and was amazed and proud as cum hit the
headboard above my head.

Tony kept on stroking. His eyes closed tightly, as if he were in pain. I
could freely observe that his cock was bigger than mine. His head was much
larger around than the shaft, and it was purple in color, shiny with
pre-cum. The thick veins were visible, and his balls were pulled up tight,
as if the room was cold. I watched his first spurt hit his chin, his eyes
still tightly closed. The next splashed his chest, then filled his navel.
His fingers were coated as he stopped his stroking.

The silence was deafening as we both laid there, our cocks shriveling and
cum all over us. It had been very intense, but I wasn't sure what it had
meant. We had talked about sex before, even talked about jacking off, but
had never done it together. Should I say something?

"Pass me some Kleenex, will ya." Tony said.

I held the box as me pulled several free. He began at his chin and moved
down, needed more tissues as he went. I ignored my own cum beginning to run
down my sides. I thought he would hide his cock quickly, but he didn't.

"Looks like you need to wipe up too. Look here, you hit the headboard. I'm
impressed! I've never seen a guy cum before."

"Me neither" I said, as I wiped up my mess.

"I was surprised how big you got just before you shot. The girls will be
impressed in Colorado."

"Thanks. You're still a good inch bigger than me, so even the guys will be
impressed."

"I guess we'd better get some sleep." He said, as he slipped his cock and
balls back inside his underwear. I did the same, thinking that I could do
that again. I turned off the lamp and was quickly asleep.

For being totally exhausted, my dreams were vivid and full of sexual
imagery.  I remember that Brenda was there, and suddenly Tony was there,
naked and...well, we were doing stuff that guys didn't do. I awoke with a
start, aware instantly that I was lying beside Tony with an erection that
was between our bodies. I quickly rolled over, confused, aroused, perplexed.

"You 'ok'?" Tony asked. "Have a bad dream?"

"Yes, I guess" not wanting to admit what I had been dreaming.

"Looks like it was a good dream," he said, looking down at my erection.

"Well, uh.... it was." I said, blushing in the darkness.

"You woke me up humping my butt. Good thing you were asleep or I would have
decked ya!" Tony
snickered.  "Was Brenda in the dream?"

"Yes...yes, she was there." My eyes rolled back as I struggled to remember the
dream.

"What was she doing?" Tony eagerly asked, turning towards me to hear my
secret thoughts.

"We were...ah, doing it." I said.

"Oh you can do better that that. Tell me more," he asked.

I was suddenly aware that my rigid cock has escaped the elastic band and was
pointed towards my navel. Pre cum was evident. I went to cover it up, but
Tony stopped me with a touch to my arm.

"I bet she was sitting on top of you, boobs jiggling. Was that it?" he
asked.

I didn't answer, aware that my heart was beating faster, pulse quickening,
mouth dry, and cock aching for touch.

"Was she going down on you?" he asked eager for an answer. In a move that
startled me, he lowered my underwear elastic band under my balls. In a
response I didn't know I was capable of, I raised my hips, and he moved my
underwear to mid thigh.

"Did she stroke you like this?" he asked, as he touched my cock, jacking the
shaft as if it were his own.

His touch was like magic. All resistance was gone as I collapsed in a sea of
arousal and hormones.

"I bet she touched your balls," and suddenly he was touching me there,
rolling them in his palm.

"Yes, she did," I finally answered. "And she took me in her mouth" I
suggested.

Tony moved closer, and I could feel his breath as he neared my cock. I
detected a slight touch and knew that his tongue had found my cock. His warm
breath made me ache for more touch. I raised my hips in urgent need. I
watched in the dim light of the room as he took the crown into his mouth,
moving his tongue around the edges, and finding the slit. It felt as if he
were an expert. He licked and stroked until I came, his mouth just barely
missing the first volley of cum. He continued to stroke until the eruption
ended. My breathing slowly returned to normal. I opened my eyes to find Tony
staring at me.

"That was incredible. I've never had anyone do that to me before. I'm really
going to miss you," I said, feeling a tear roll role down my cheek.

"Hey, how about some help here?" Tony asked. I could see his erection
prominently as he lay back on the pillow.

Still contained in his underwear, I reach over and freed the shaft. I felt
Tony lift his hips, and using both hands, pulled them down past his knees. I
got up on all fours, suddenly tangled up in my own underwear. I pulled them
off, and threw them to the floor. I moved to get a closer look at his cock.
I could smell a heady scent of desire and sweat. I was surprised to feel
Tony fingers on my butt, exploring my body. I used my hands first, stroking
his cock, lifting his balls, rubbing his nipples. I returned to engulf his
cock with my mouth. I heard him grunt and lift himself, pushing more cock in
my mouth than I intended. I could detect the slippery pre cum, a slight
flavor barely detectable. His fingers moved closer to my ass as I began to
piston my mouth on his cock, my fingers busy with his balls. I took his
balls in my mouth and found the skin silky, but had to stop to pull a hair
from my teeth..

I finished him with my hand and mouth, and had to put a hand over his mouth
as he screamed. Although there was not as much cum as earlier in the night,
the force behind the blast was impressive. I tenderly wiped away the semen,
and we were both asleep in seconds.

When I awoke, it first seemed as if it had been a dream. I found crusty
remains of cum on my tummy and public hair. Then a smile spread across my
face as I remembered what we had done in the night. We were both naked, and
our legs were entwined. I felt that urgent need to pee, and moved his leg to
free myself. I saw his eyes open, and the confusion leave as he too
remembered our time together.

"Good Morning" I said, unsure how he would respond. A moment passed as I
waited for him to speak. Our whole relationship had changed, as well as my
own identity.

"You are one great cock sucker," he said, with a toothy grin.

"So are you. I've got to pee."

"Me too." He said as we both moved to the toilet.

We had peed together hundreds of times in our childhood, but today, we peed
as men. My stream was forceful and urgent. Tony's was only a few seconds
behind. We stood proud, real men with real cocks in our hands. I detected
fullness in my cock as I took in the moment. When I finished, I turned on
the shower, aware of the funky smell from dried cum. I pulled the curtain
back, feeling the warm water hit my body. Tony was right behind me. We had
showered beside each other before, but never with each other. He washed my
back first, then running his soapy hand down my crack to my balls. I was
instantly erect. When he finished, I reciprocated, admiring every detail of
his body. I found his pucker, and gave it special attention with my soapy
finger. We washed our chests at the same time, our rigid cocks between us,
untouched and waiting. Using lots of soap, we fondled each other, pulling
and tugging on each other's balls, and then found a rhythm as we slowly
approached orgasm. There was so much I wanted to try, but aware our time was
short, and that my parents were awake just a few feet away. I grunted and
spilled my seed all over Tony's cock.  I used it as lubrication, and he was
soon shooting jism all over me. We finished our shower hurriedly, satiated
for the moment.

I could smell the sausage and coffee as we dressed. Hunger had consumed my
senses. The day was so full of promise, but aware of the emotion in the room
due to my leaving. There were smiles and congratulations all around, but no
one but Tony knew that my life had already changed forever.

Chapter 2

I was tired as I finally arrived at the resort in Estes Park. It was after
dark, so I couldn't get a good picture of the surroundings. I was assigned
to share a cabin, but my roommate was not expected till the following day.
The rustic cabin was warm and inviting as I set about to put my stuff away.
I made my bed and was quickly asleep, exhausted from the day of travel after
a night of passion, and a emotional farewell to everyone I knew in the
world.

My dreams were nonsensical, neither erotic nor innocent. I awoke with a full
bladder and sun in my eyes. It took me a few seconds to take in my
surroundings and remember why I was not in my own bed, where I had awoken
most every day of my life. I smiled as I realized the adventure that lay
ahead. I arose with a bounce in my step, emptied my bladder, showered,
shaved, and dressed.

Estes Park is a beautiful city, just below some of the most beautiful
mountains in Colorado. The panoramic view took my breath away, only the
chill in the air penetrated my thoughts. The staff dining-hall was close by.
Everything was new and intimidating as I figured out the system that I would
follow the entire summer.

Orientation did not begin till afternoon, so I sat about to explore the
resort. Most of the amenities were only for guests, but there was a staff
pool and hot tub at the far end of the resort. When I returned to the cabin,
Steve was already there unpacking. My first view was his backside, leaning
over his suitcase. He was wearing running shorts, cut high on his thigh. His
long legs thick with muscle down to his shoes. His butt was most impressive,
round and full. When he stood, he looked to be about 6', a good 4 inches
taller than myself. His shoulders strained against his thin 'wife-beater'
T-shirt. His hair was sandy blond, cut short and efficient.  He turned,
noticed me, and walked straight away to shake my hand.

"Hi, I'm Steve. You must be Ethan." His handshake was powerful, almost
hurting. "I see your stuff on that bed, so I took this one. The cabin is
cool, and I love the mountains. Where are you from?"

His eyes conveyed interest and his smile was sincere as we talked for hours.
I showed him around what little bit I had seen. We ate lunch together and
return to change clothes for the formal orientation.  Steve wanted a quick
shower and showed no sense of modesty as he stripped. His body was
absolutely perfect, athletic, with light chest hair. His self-confidence was
evident in his every move. He left the bathroom door open as he showered. I
changed clothes in his absence, not ready to reveal my ordinary body,
intimidated by his superiority.  He returned with a towel in his hands,
wiping away water drops. His meaty penis swung from thigh to thigh as he
walked. I caught myself staring as he bent over to get his clothes. I felt
myself gasp as I saw his low hanging balls blow his ass. My arousal was
quick and fierce. I forced myself to look away as he pulled up his low-rise
briefs, adjusting his cock to fit inside. I had to quickly adjust myself as
I stood to leave the cabin.

Looking back, the first few days at the resort we hectic and exhausting.
Steve was a lifeguard, and looked quite stunning in his Speedo. He always
wore shorts over it, but still looked stunning. I worked in the poolside
snack bar/restaurant. The work was easy, but looking at Steve all day and
all night was too much. After about a week, I had an urgent need to jack
off. The bathroom in the cabin was the only place where I could find
privacy. I was quite advanced towards orgasm when I heard footsteps. I was
relieved that I had locked the door, and did not skip a stroke when I heard
Steve turn the bathroom doorknob. To my utter horror, the door opened. There
I was, leaning back against the tank, butt forward, erection is plain sight,
stupid look on my face. I made a quick attempt to hide my activity and
embarrassment.

"Sorry dude. I didn't know you were in here." He said, looking right at my
dick.

"I locked the door. It must be broken," trying desperately to regain my
dignity. Steve's eyes never left my cock, and I never lost my erection. "I
guess we both know that we need some relief sometimes."

"Yeah, your right. That's a pretty good sized dick for a scrawny fellow,"
Steve said, still staring at my cock.

"I'm sure yours is much bigger," I said, aware that Steve was sporting a
good-sized lump in his shorts. I resumed my pumping action.

"Back home, I once got caught jacking off on the toilet in the boys locker
room.  Marcus told everyone and I was so embarrassed, and was hassled the
rest of high school. I promise I won't tell anyone what I saw. OK?" he
asked.

"If you won't tell, I won't tell anyone that you seem to enjoy watching me,"
I said, making eye contact for the first time.

"Oh, sorry." He said. Steve turned to leave.

"It's OK. It's only natural to be curious."  I wanted him to watch.

He turned back again. "I'll give you a ten for technique and artistic
expression. Distance will be another score."

"I never knew this was an Olympic event," I said. My arousal was increasing,
evident by a clear drop of pre-cum forming at the slit.

Steve stood silently in the doorway, eyes glued as I masturbated, strongly
aroused by his curiosity. My semen spurted onto the bathroom floor, then
dripping down my fist as I stopped.

"A nine for distance. Better luck in the finals." Steve said, as he left.

That night, nothing was said. I stripped for bed and was reading when Steve
came inside. He undressed down to his underwear, and tuned out the overhead
before diving below the covers. I continued to read as he stirred and
tossed. I finally put down the book, turned off the lamp, and tried to
sleep. I first head a rustle of fabric, and then could here the subtle
change of breathing as I realized that Steve was jacking off.

"You 'ok'?" I asked, disrupting the silence.

"Damn, I thought you were asleep."

"No problem. Now we're even, only you got to watch," I said as I snapped on
the lamp. The sudden burst of light hurt the eyes. Steve had that 'deer in
the headlights' look, caught, alarmed, and embarrassed. "Don't stop, it's
ok."

I sat up in bed, turning to get a better view. "That cock would score a 10.
The judges are impressed. What is it, 7 inches?"

"Closer to seven and a half," he replied, pride evident in his voice. "We
had a contest once, with rulers and everything, and I won."

"I bet you did," I said, moving closer, kneeling on the floor beside his
bed.

Steve continued to pump his shaft. I could detect the scent of his arousal.
Steve had a big smile on his face, proud of his fierce weapon displayed for
my viewing. I sat close and watched as his rhythm increased, his eyes closed
tightly, legs rigid, toes pointed. In a few seconds the first blast erupted
onto his tummy.  He reached for dirty clothes to clean up with, and I
returned to my bed.

"I think that would be a nine for distance. With a little work and practice
you could score a ten." I clicked off the light and soon heard him snoring.
Nothing was said the next morning as we prepared for work.


In fact, nothing happened for the next few days. There wasn't any tension in
the air, just regular work schedules. On my first day off work, I needed to
do laundry. I gathered all my stuff together, and wore a pair of shorts that
I consider too skimpy for public use. I didn't even wear underwear, all
being dirty. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and decided I
looked pretty sexy. Remembering that I was alone, I began to consider
jacking off, and was becoming aroused. I stripped off the shorts, and
continued to strut in front of the mirror. I was just getting going when
Steve burst into the cabin.

"Forgot my.....Oh, sorry" was his reply as he stopped and stared.

"You have a way of catching me every time I, uh, need some privacy," I said.

"That thing looks bigger every time I see it," he said, as he closed the
door and moved closer.

The sexual tension in the room was intense, but I wasn't embarrassed as
being caught. I returned my gaze to the mirror.

"You know, with some workouts you could develop these abs and pecs," he said
as he moved behind me. His hands brushed against my chest as he spoke. "You
could get a six pack right here." His fingers moved lower, "But this is
perfect just as it is." He grabbed my cock, and began to stroke me. I could
see his smile in the mirror and feel his body heat as he pressed against me.
I could smell suntan lotion. I stood firm, allowing him full control of the
action. He seemed pretty experienced as he brought me off. My cum streaked
down the mirror as he abruptly left, not saying a word.

The very next day, I joined Steven in the staff workout room. I enjoyed when
he spotted me on the weight bench. I could always look right up his shorts.
I was pretty sore that first night.

"Steve, have you got some aspirin? I'm really hurting."

"I think so, let me check." He returned with some tablets, which I promptly
took, and some lotion. "Let me message those sore muscles, that will help
the most."

"Great, I never turn down a back rub." I stripped down to my underwear and
lay out on my bed. He began at my shoulders, using the lotion as
lubrication. His touch was wonderful as he worked lower.

"I really need to work your glutes, could you lose the underwear?" he asked.

I slipped them off, not revealing my erection. His fingers kneaded my butt,
which was more sore than I realized. I groaned as he found the sore places.
I spread my legs to give better access, and was surprised when his finger
slid deeper inside the cleft. He moved to my thighs, moving and kneading
upwards from the knee, ending at my scrotum.

"Roll over so I can get those sore pecs."

"Uh, I'd better not" I stammered.

"It's ok, I've already seen it, roll over."

"Boy, that is a beauty. You are going to be really hot when we get those
muscles built up."  He put some lotion on his hands and began to rub my
pectorals. My nipples became hard, and he worked the nubs between his
fingertips. I had pre-cum drooling off my cock. Steve moved lover to my
tummy, and was staring at my prick. Moving lower, he ignored the obvious and
began on my thighs.  He next moved up and messaged lotion on my scrotum, and
now I was hurting with need. With out skipping a beat, Steve leaned over and
took me in his mouth. A heavy groan escaped my mouth as he bobbed up and had
worked a finger inside my butt. I tried to warn him of my impending orgasm,
but he ignored me and took my seed down his throat.

When my breathing returned, I whispered "Man, that was fantastic. Can I help
you out somehow?"

Steve was sitting on his bed, and I couldn't tell if he was aroused, but
suspected he was. He had a huge smile on his face, as he replied "That would
be great. You've never touched me, so I wasn't sure you were willing." He
stood, and shucked off his shorts and underwear. His erection was deep in
color, almost angry looking. He stood beside my bed and waited. I sat up,
eye level with his cock. I first touched it with my hands, stroking his
shaft, hefting his balls. I licked the head, like a lollypop. I could hear
him groan as he spread his legs to be more stable. I began to suck and
stroke in rhythm and soon he was arching his back and I knew that he was
close. I debated if I wanted his cum in my mouth, and decided to try. I
choked on the first volley, and the second hit me square between the eyes.
I continued to pump his shaft, my fingers coated with his goo.

"Was that you're first time?" Steve asked.

"My second" I responded. "Was it your first?"

"Nah, I've done it lots of times. Me and my best friend Bruce did it all
through high school."

"That's strange. My best friend and I did it my last night before I came
here. I wish we had tried it earlier."

"Yeah, it made high school a lot more fun, but we had to keep it a secret.
You can imagine the rumors if anyone found out."

The weeks that followed were full of work out sessions, followed by some
pretty wild sexual escapades. It's odd, but it was purely physical, not
romantic or mushy.  My physical development was pretty dramatic, and lots of
girls around the resort noticed the change, and a few men as well. My tips
at the restaurant almost doubled, especially when I wore tighter clothes.

Chapter 3

I was really looking forward to Tony's visit over the Fourth of July. He had
to really pressure his parents for permission, but they finally caved. He
came by bus, and I walked down town to meet him. I didn't realize how much I
missed him till I saw his face. We hugged each other, not our typical style,
but appropriate for the event. He talked one hundred miles per hour on our
walk to the resort. I got caught up on all the hometown gossip, and then
began to tell him about my job and the resort. I could tell he was impressed
by the mountains, his first time to see them. We dropped his things in the
cabin and ate dinner together.

That night we swam in the staff pool, and walked into town for a movie. We
returned to the cabin late, and I introduced him to Steve. Steve had
arranged to sleep in another cabin to make room for Tony, and soon left with
his stuff.

"Man, he's a real looker. The girls must be all over him."

"Yeah, you should see him in a Speedo. Makes me feel short and fat when I
stand too close."

"Heh, I noticed that you have really been working out. I didn't know you
were into that type of thing," Tony said.

"Steve has been helping me get into shape." I peeled off my shirt and Tony
looked in amazement.

"I should say so. Man, you could be a model. I'm almost embarrassed to get
undressed in front of you."

"Oh, cut it out, it's still just plain-old-me," I said as I undressed down
to my underwear.

We each lay down and talked about stuff. Finally, we got around to our last
night before I left for Colorado.

"I've been thinking a lot about the party and your last night at home. I'm
not sure what to think about the stuff we did."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that too. I'd never done anything like that
before, and it's changed the way I think about...you know, girls and sex."

"I've been dating some this summer, and I really like girls, but I can't
forget what happened" Tony said.

"I haven't had a date since I got here, but I think about girls, but when I
jack off, I keep thinking about your body, what it was like to suck your
cock, and have you suck mine." I was aroused by this time, and anxious to
get Tony into my bed.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked.

"I guess you'd know I was a liar if I said 'No.' I've been hoping maybe we
could do it again." He continued to lie flat on his bed.

I sat up and looked his way "I was hoping so too. You're such a good friend.
This is our little secret." I stood and moved beside Tony's bed. I reached
out and touched his arm. He looked at me, and reached and touched my
erection, still encased in my underwear. He pulled the elastic down, and I
stepped out of them. I pulled his down, and he raised his hips to assist. I
leaned over and took him into my mouth. Foreplay seemed unnecessary. I could
feel him pumping my shaft, then exploring my balls and butt.

"Ethan, slow down. I don't want to cum yet."

"Sorry, I've just waited so long to do this again."

Tony motioned for me to lie beside him. His fingertips explored my body,
tweaking my nipples, tickling my sides. He sat up, got on all fours, and
began to kiss my nipples. I moved him so that his knees were beside my head.
I looked up and saw his cock and low hanging balls. I watched as he lowered
his mouth and began to suck me. I pulled his cock closer to my mouth. Tony
took the cue and lowered his body to accommodate access. I toyed with the
tip, circling the crown and dabbing at the slit. It was hard to concentrate
while I was receiving such pleasure, but I managed. I used my other hand to
toy with his hanging balls and the sensitive area below. When I touched his
rosebud, I knew that he was really enjoying the touch, so I continued to
circle and probe. I was thinking about more when I realized that Tony was
about to cum. I increased my suction and was quickly rewarded by a blast of
cum. I swallowed quickly as he gushed a second and third time. After a
slight pause, Tony continued to attack my cock with a fevered pace. I closed
my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I began to raise my hips in rhythm with
his, and them grunted as my orgasm consumed my body. Tony lay down beside
me, his head near my feet. Neither of us could move just them

When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see Steve, standing near the door.

He clapped his hands in applause, "Great show fellows! Really got me all
worked up. Too bad there's not room for three on that bed. The things I
could teach you. Well, I forgot my toothbrush. You guys have a great night,
if you can get it up again." He was full of smiles as he left the cabin.

"Hey, Nathan, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your roommate."
Tony said.

"Hey, no problem. He's pretty cool, and a good cock sucker to boot."

This was the summer that changed my life. As I look back, I learned a lot
about people and sex. I'm married now, 2 kids and a mortgage, but when I'm
alone and jacking off, it's Tony and Steve that I fantasize about. Always
wondered what a three way would have been like. Too bad I didn't have the
nerve to find out. Well, I guess it's never to late to find out.


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