Date: Wed, 1 May 2019 21:53:23 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Chapter 27 of Wilson Goes to Camp This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his penis. It's called "Wilson Goes to Camp and will probably end up at about 30 chapters or so, even though I've only written 27 so far (sorry, this number keeps changing—this story is sort of writing itself!) I cum multiple times while writing each chapter! The pages are probably still a little sticky--sorry. I invite feedback at brad_rent@yahoo.com. Please make a contribution to Nifty.org to make sure these and other stories keep being published—and I get to keep cumming! Chapter 27- Golden Memories! I quietly backed out of the room and padded back up the stairs. As I pondered the scene I'd just witnessed, I instantly got hard again. Maybe I should have stayed, I thought. I would probably never get tired of watching well-hung, fit, mature men pleasure each other by whatever means they chose- - especially those as handsome as FC and Chris. In this case, mutual cock-sucking was one of my favorite spectator sports... especially when one of them is about to also get fucked with a replica of my step-father's dick! I lathered up in the enormous, 4-nozzle shower and couldn't keep from soaping my own penis, balls, asshole and nipples. The shower soap had menthol or mint or something in it that made all my parts tingling and alive, especially when I re-lived the most excellent 3-way frot down in the library. Pushing a soapy finger up into my anus was especially exciting- - the rush of the menthol all up in there felt especially invigorating. Suddenly, I was startled by a "Let me wash your back for you," comment from Chris. He'd been watching me masturbate while pinching and finger-fucking myself. Without my answering, he padded across the tile floor, fully erect and jacking his very thick, beautiful penis. His cut, muscular chest, shoulders and arms rippled as he pulled open the shower door and stepped in. He took over stroking my boner as I grabbed his thick monster with my soapy hand. With his other hand, he reached around and caressed my butt cheek. "No matter how much I mess around with guys my own age- - or even older guys that get me hot like FC down there- - there's nothing like masturbating a hairless, hung fucker like yourself... I'll never get enough of this... by the way, I saw you peeking at us suck on each other; when I saw this cock swell up again, I knew I needed to join you. He dropped to his knees and sucked my throbbing penis in all the way to my quivering balls. With both hands now, he spread my ass cheeks wide, much like FC had done to me right in front of Chris's face while Chris was in turn fucking him downstairs. Chris worked his two middle fingers into my puckered anus and alternately pushed each inside to the first knuckle- - just like he'd seen FC do to me just moments ago. Between the minty tingle and his stretching, my hole felt wide open and vulnerable. When I started to shake and moan- - which he correctly read as 'I'm gonna cum!,' he released my cock just in the nick of time, pulled his fingers out of my butt and stood up. As I stood there shaking from his expert manipulations, he reached up, took a tingling nipple in each hand and gently squeezed and stretched each to a hard little erection. "I see you like having your nipples tweaked... I also love having mine pinched; especially just when I cum. I always shoot an extra rope or two just from that... kneel down, son; here's another thing that always gets me going. You may not have ever experienced it, but let's give it a try; I think you might like it. I knelt down in front of him and looked up past his own broad chest and erect nipples at his smiling, handsome face. He was right- - I didn't expect what came next. Piss surged out of his half-boned thickness and splashed hard against my chest and recently released nipples. First the right; then the left; then back as he swayed side to side with his hands on his hips, his thick, half-hard cock spewing urine all over my upper body. I felt the hot pressure of his piss stream against my stiff, sensitive nubs; as it flowed down my chest and stomach, the erotic warmth made my contracted balls tingle even more as a piss river ran off them and down into the drain. Next he bent over slightly, now pointing the stream directly down onto my throbbing penis. The sensation was awesome- - although at the same time I was somewhat grossed out that this stud was urinating all over me. I looked down at the golden stream as the force of his stream made my cock bounce and dance. I couldn't help myself as I reached up and took his thick meat in my hand, directing the hot blast all around my torso and cock again and again. As his stream subsided, I was somehow sad that it had only lasted a minute or so. I stared at his bulging cock-head as the last few drops fell to the shower floor. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and took the last golden drop from the tip of his throbbing penis. "My God!" exclaimed FC form the bathroom door, "I can't believe I just watched you piss all over young Wilson... I think I might cum right here! Wilson... what did you think of that? I didn't get to enjoy pissing on a partner- - or having one piss on me- - until I was in my 30s... you're a very lucky boy indeed! Rising to my feet, my stone-hard dick spoke for itself! FC stepped into the large shower and felt my hardness for his answer. While I soaped up and rinsed off my front, FC and Chris alternately jacked, rubbed and tweaked each other's soapy bodies. In no time, FC had worked Chris up to full pulsing `blue-steel' hardness. "Young Wilson seemed to enjoy your hot pee against his nipples and cock; let's see if he likes this, too" I heard FC say to no one in particular. "It's one of my favorites! He turned me around to face away and bent me over slightly at the waist. Almost instantly, I felt another hot blast of urine- - this time from FC's raging boner- - splash against my vulnerable backside. Without turning, I looked back to see Chris aiming FC's long penis to spray right at my lower back and butt. All the while, FC had one of his own nipples in each hand, roughly pinching and stretching those little nubs while Chris grasped FC's penis and aimed his potent, scalding stream at my ass. "Spread your butt wider, Wilson... there; how does that feel when it splashes against your anus and crack? Chris was now aiming FC's hot flow straight at my winking butt-hole and up and down my cleft. It felt like a hot poker was pushing against my small pucker each time it passed over. A little bit of piss probably went up inside me, the force was so great. As directed, I pulled my butt wider apart so that even more piss would go up inside me while Chris held the stream steady right at my gaping hole. As it gushed out, it felt like rivers of lava running down my chod, balls and the inside of my thighs. After FC's stream finished, I turned around. Chris released FC's semi-turgid dick, sliding his hand around FC's glans, wetting his fingers with the last of FC's piss; he brought his wet finger up to his mouth for a taste. Over the next few minutes, the three of us soaped, jacked, stroked, tweaked and fingered each other into a veritable frenzy of sexual arousal. I needed to cum again, but I couldn't decide where or on or in whom. As usual, FC took the lead. "Let's take turns frotting Wilson, Inspector Bowen... you go first. Wilson's probably already done it at least once while at camp this week- - or at least he's watched other boys do it- - but I doubt it's been with anyone as well-endowed as you... there you go, ease him back down onto the bench there... that's it, lean over him now and push yourself against his crotch... if just one of you cums, I'll be glad to move in and finish off the one still wanting. I didn't confirm or deny what FC had assumed; although I'd watched various guys frot each other in the last week or so- - including a very hot session between Uncle Will and Marty- - I hadn't actually tried grinding my own dick against anyone else's except my step-brother Brian- - and that we only did a couple of times all the way to orgasm. I was eagerly anticipating my first experience as a primary `combatant' in a manly frottage with Inspector Bowen's impressive boner! Chris helped me lay back on the built-in tiled ledge conveniently part of the wall of the huge shower. While the warm water cascaded down onto both of us, he pulled my legs wide apart, then stepped in, squashing his thick, burgeoning penis and fat, quivering balls hard against my own. We were both still soapy from handling each other's genitals; the sensation of slimy dick thrusting against slimy, soapy dick was awesome! "Reach down there, Wilson, and feel as he grinds his crotch against your own," coached FC. "That's it... force your own cock up against his while he pushes his against you. Can you just see your hard penises thrusting and sliding against each other down there? And your fat balls all squashed together and jiggling with each thrust- - magnificent! FC soaped up his hand and joined my own, exploring our conjoined and throbbing penises. I felt him alternately gripping and stroking Chris's, then my own, sometimes squeezing both of our shafts together and stroking as if it was one thick tube of meat; then releasing one to get a stroke or two on just one or the other. While I took over working our dueling cocks, FC moved down to squeeze our balls, kneading the four swollen orbs together in our respective nut-sacks as if our scrotums were one fat bag of testicles. I didn't have to wait long to feel Chris's scalding sperm spew from his thick cock, coating my dick, abs and pubic hair with his sticky, hot semen. He grunted loudly as he came. I joined him as his orgasm wound down, calling out as I ejaculated what felt like half a cup of cum all over the two of us- - and FC's hands. FC worked the combined sticky sperm all around our respective crotches, including running a slick finger or two into each of our assholes more than once. Each squeeze of my dick or finger thrust into my ass made me jump and twitch as I came down from my hard, hard cum. I was completely spent and glad that we- - quite conveniently- - were in the shower. It made cleanup that much easier. I might have been all sweet smelling and free of cum when I stepped out to towel off, but all three of us were still mostly hard. I couldn't believe how randy I felt watching these two hot, naked older guys showering and enjoying each other's bodies; you would have thought I hadn't cum in a week, but I marveled that I could have gone again with either one- - or both- - of these studs! And it looked like they were more than ready as well. As FC stepped out and grabbed a towel, we both stood and watched as Chris carefully shaved the base of his penis and balls. I'd never seen anyone do that and knew that as soon as I started shaving, I swore I'd learn to do it in the shower AND I'd also shave my balls every time! FC sauntered off to get dressed. I stayed a moment longer to watch Chris finish shaving; maybe I'd pick up a tip or two. I thought he was done after his fat balls were bald. He put his hand around the sack up near the top and shook the fat orbs in their shiny, slick sack at me. I couldn't take my eyes off his hot crotch and body as he put one leg up on the bench on which I'd just been `frotted'. He winked at me, then soaped his whole crotch area again and carefully worked the razor `down under,' shaving his entire, thick `chod' or perineum. I felt my cock lurch again when I realized that he was also spreading his butt wide enough to get the razor all the way up into and shave the cleft of his ass and all around his anus! Clean as a whistle! That's why I didn't see any hair when I gazed down into his crack on the stairs; he kept it shaved. The phone rang and broke the spell; it also probably prevented us from going another round. FC bounded out of the adjoining bedroom and down the stairs to answer the phone. It seems FC had been summoned back to camp. As we dressed, I was again struck at all the firsts I was still experiencing even though I was no longer `at camp'- - my first real frot with someone besides my brother, Brian, and being pissed on by two hot older men to boot. I remembered to put `Marty's dick' back in my bag as we loaded up the car for the ride back to camp. FC and Chris also moved a couple of boxes into the SUV's tailgate; I again climbed into the rear seat. The short ride back seemed even shorter somehow... maybe it had something to do with the distraction of reliving the memory of all that spectacular sex- - and cleanup- - I'd just witnessed and lived through. As we drove through the gate at the camp entrance, a guard stopped the car- - a local cop of some sort, I guessed. FC and Chris got out and had a quiet conversation with him in front of the car. I couldn't make out many words, but he was obviously someone FC knew personally. I could tell from the familiar banter and occasional touching of an arm or shoulder as he and Mr. Cooper talked. Chris listened carefully and interjected a few tidbits into the conversation, but it was clear that the guard was catching FC up on the progress of the inspection. Returning to the car, FC said, "Wilson, it seems you've been invited to spend the rest of the day- - and probably tonight as well- - up at the manor. Our guard friend there- - Roger is his name- - got a call from Massey; he left word for me to make sure you knew you were still invited and expected- - along with Marty, Tristan and his dad- - even though this inspection we're enduring is probably going to preclude dad's day at camp this weekend. That's where we'll head next after we separate from Chris here. Inspector Bowen has a bit more `inspecting' to do at camp; then he'll be on his way back to London to report to the prime minister; you and I will fetch my car here and then we'll go and look for your friend, Tristan. After that, we'll all head up to the manor and wait for your dads to arrive tomorrow. I wondered as we drove the short distance to the administrative building just exactly what Inspector Bowen was going to report to the prime minister about what he discovered. Would his report include fucking the camp director, frotting with one of the campers after he- - and the previously mentioned director- - pissed all over said camper? While his official report may not include those details, I'm betting that, since both of them had been campers before, the verbal report would indeed include these salacious tidbits. "I had a marvelous time reliving my camp experiences with you, Wilson... especially in the shower. I wish I had the chance to `interact' with other guys your age more often... you should appreciate every moment you're able to mess around with your friends... I also hope we have a chance to meet again sometime," said Chris with a big grin looking at me in the rear-view mirror. "Nothing beats a hard, handsome, hairless 16-year-old's body and ubiquitous boner! I hope you all know what a treasure each of you is right now in your young lives; I know you'll appreciate it more as you get to be my age. "Yeah, I had a great time, too." I replied stupidly and blushed like a school girl... like when am I ever going to meet a built, middle-aged Scotland Yard inspector- - with a shaved dick, balls and ass- - after I'm back in the states? Maybe we can shave together- - or each other- - next time, I thought. I'm also going to have to look up that y-o-u-b-i-k-w-i-t-i-s word, too... it sounded hot! Chris pulled the Range Rover up next to FC's car; after I transferred my bag, FC moved the two boxes that we'd brought from his house into the trunk of his own car- - I think he called it a `bonnet' or `boot' or something; I can't keep `em straight- - and we headed off to find Tristan. It felt weird to walk around camp now fully clothed- - and to see all the campers similarly dressed, when just yesterday, everybody was completely naked and many were sporting hard-ons. We decided to split up; whether we found Tristan or not, we were to check our assigned facilities, then head back to the administration building. FC said he'd check the cabins and the counselor dorm, since his office was in the end of that building and he wanted to make sure he had no interviews scheduled for the near future- - `It just wouldn't do to have an inspector discover me conducting an interview on Skype and masturbating with a prospective... and underage... camper. That might be hard to explain.' He went hiw way and I headed for the gym, since that was the last place I saw Tristan and the other boys... and that's where I left their bags in case they came back. As I wandered around the gym complex, I saw campers swimming, diving, lifting weights, wrestling, playing volleyball, racquetball and basketball- - all fully clothed; or at least in speedos or gym shorts. The only hard-ons I saw were in a couple of the singlets sitting in the stands waiting their turns on the mats- - and maybe one or two on a spotter with his legs spread while helping someone do a heavy bench press. When I rounded the corner and peered into Matt's office, there sat a fully dressed Tristan- - with his feet on the desk and his hands laced behind his head. "Man, am I glad to see you," he said, swinging his legs off the desk and standing up. "Your note said you didn't know where you'd end up; I'm glad you found your way back... where did you take the interview tapes, anyway? We gathered up Tristan's bag and, as we walked back to the administrative building, I told him where we took the interview tapes; I also told him of my adventures with FC and Inspector Bowen- - and his famous boner- - Tristan was visibly aroused as I regaled him with tales of the three of us frotting, fucking, pissing and Chris shaving at FC's house. He then told me that someone sent a driver `fetch' Andy and Dennis; they were taken to the manor after they looked for but couldn't find Matt; Tristan got elected to hang around to see if I would show up. "I see from the bulge in your trousers, young man, that Wilson has been telling you of his adventures with Scotland Yard over at my house today," FC said to Tristan as we approached his car. "You boys hop in and I'll take you to up to the manor... I already bold Wilson here, but just so you know, Tristan, Mr. Ferguson asked me to bring you two up there to wait for your dads to arrive tomorrow. The three of us climbed in; me and Tristan in the back seat and Mr. Cooper in the driver's seat. "So, Tristan, tell us about your adventures this afternoon," asked FC. "The inspector and I discovered Wilson guarding my interview tapes- - and your bags- - in Matt's office after you boys ventured off to find him earlier today. We know that Matt was detained at the gate, so we already know you weren't able to find him... what happened after you ventured off? I see you successfully retrieved your bag there... how about the other boys? Tristan repeated what he'd told me about Andy and Dennis being `fetched' up to the manor; then described a scene that the three of them saw back at the gym. "After seeing everybody dressed and behaving themselves all around camp and throughout the gym, we decided to have a look in the last place we could think of where we might find Matt- - the locker room. We were stunned when we stepped in! I think every counselor that wasn't out teaching a class or supervising athletic activities was naked, hard and in some stage of fucking or being fucked in there! I had heard that the counselors were over the top with fucking each other... here was the evidence. There were naked guys all over the benches, obviously older than us; some on their backs; some leaning over those on their backs; others face-planted against the lockers- - all getting pounded by some pretty hefty cock! Every one of the 30 or so guys in the locker room were either fucking, sucking or jacking someone- - or being fucked, sucked or jacked themselves... I've never seen so much hard cock in one place... or so much of it being shoved in and out of other people before. We even saw a `train' of 4 guys, each planted deep and thrusting into the guy in front of him... the poor end guy on the bench was getting pummeled and pushed down the length of the bench with each thrust of the bruiser on the other end! FC interrupted Tristan's story. "That's actually pretty funny- - all those counselors messing around in the locker room... the inspectors told us that they wouldn't be entering any shower or bathroom facilities, as people there have some `expectation of privacy' or some other legal mumbo-jumbo; those types of facilities were therefore off limits for inspection... I did make that announcement Wednesday night in the counselor dorm; I guess it didn't take them long to figure out that they were free to get naked and fuck around in the locker room without risking discovery... evidently word trickled down to some of the campers as well! "That explains the crowds, I guess," continued Tristan. "Anyway, me and Dennis got pretty excited right away and undressed- - as much to relieve pressure on our boners as to join in... we began trying to find a place to work into the action. Andy hung back- - I guess he didn't trust that we weren't all about to be `busted'- - nevertheless, he stared open-mouthed at all the action and pulled his cock out of his shorts and stroked with us just the same. "You... guys are... campers... aren't you?" asked somebody being vigorously skewered against a locker. "You... need... to move... into the... showers before... somebody... fucks you... silly!" He grunted out between thrusts. We were reminded of the `prime directive' that the counselors aren't supposed to fuck the campers. Damn rules. "Part of me was grateful for the warning; part of me wished we'd been grabbed and fucked, regardless of our status as mere campers. I don't think I've seen such vigorous fucking before or since. If you were into either fucking or getting fucked, this was the place to be this week. I've been fucked before- - as you know from my stories and our interview- - and it wouldn't have been that big a deal since all three of us have had dicks in our butts, but with our dads coming tomorrow, none of us needed to get sore today. "Did you see my brother Brian in the mix?" I asked. "I wasn't really looking at faces, but I think I would have recognized him if he'd been one of the ones face up and looking over at me... not many were and even fewer did," he replied. "So I can't say I saw him. Tristan continued, "Anyway, heeding the warning, we grabbed our stuff and headed for the showers. There, equally naked, hard and messing with each other were 20-30 more guys- - this time easily identified as younger campers like us. The major difference in the scene here was we didn't see any fucking going on... there was plenty of mutual jacking, ass rubbing and sucking; just no apparent fucking. There could have been some guys off in the stalls or around the corner- - and it was pretty steamy in there so we couldn't see every corner- - but I saw nothing obvious. I guess that's just the difference between 16-year-olds beginning to explore their sexuality and older guys that have discovered how much fun fucking is once you get used to it- - and get immersed in a crowd of like-minded guys! "Anyway, there on the end of the showering group was Tyler getting his pretty hefty penis sucked by someone I didn't recognize down on his knees in front of him! "I told Tyler something like, `man, you're famous! The prime minister's son?!? What were you thinking disappearing like that?' I wanted to ask him if his hole was fully recovered yet and that we thought he was in hospital, but he answered before I could ask all my questions. "In halting phrases, he replied, `I'm a little distracted here... just let me say I'm not really... his step-son- - I've only spent an occasional... week here or there... with my mom since she married him- - and that was... someplace other than... 10 Downing Street... I've actually never been in there... and I don't know what all the stink is about! All I did was help... myself to some of... the equipment... in the lab. Let me cum and I'll tell you more... I'm having trouble concentrating... Philip here is one awesome cock sucker... I need to shoot this load! "We all cracked up at Tyler's broken and distracted comments; we were also mesmerized watching Philip take every inch of Tyler all the way from tip to balls with every stroke as we chatted. Philip had a butt cheek in each hand and was driving- - or maybe just hanging on to?- - each of Tyler's thrusts as they increased in tempo. After three or four more, Tyler grimaced and grabbed the back of Philip's head. Tyler then hung on tightly while he howled out his orgasm and ejected his semen down Philip's throat. We know from experience that Philip was probably nearly drowning right now, as much jizz as we saw Tyler produce that first day. "It ends up Philip was a counselor that wanted to brag that he got to eat the prime minister's son's sperm or something, so after he finished eating all that cum- - and maybe gagging just a little- - he wiped his mouth, thanked him politely, then wandered out of the showers back into the locker room to fuck somebody, I guess. We pulled into the side parking lot of the manor just as Tristan wound up his story. "Well anyway, Dennis and me moved in and joined in the stroke-fest in the showers; after Andy got naked, he plunged in, too. I shot a couple of loads- - and drank a couple as well- - I figured that half a cup of sperm wasn't much of a lunch and decided I'd better head back to Matt's office to find you and maybe get something more substantial to eat. That's when I read your note and here we are. I can't wait to get to the manor... do you think we have to stay dressed the rest of the time here, Mr. Cooper? Can we get naked again once we're at the manor? Can we get something to eat?- - I'm starving! "Keep your clothes on, boys, until we're inside the building. With the inspection ongoing over at camp, you never know what the prudes at the gate to the manor might connect if they see you naked outside here. We carried our own bags and helped FC get his boxes into the manor, this time through a side door. We were in some sort of administrative or clerical portion of the ground floor. FC saw us looking around and said, "This is a part of the manor you've not seen yet... it's the business office area where all the billing and accounting happens. Massey's office is down at the end of the hall... here, follow me. I don't think he's there now; I think you'll find his office... and the spaces beyond interesting. Like `Bed, Bath and Beyond'? I wondered... I suspected that the `beyond' section was going to become my favorite. We followed, each carrying our respective gym bag. Stepping into Massey's expansive office, I was stunned not only at the sheer size of the space and the beautiful, expensive furniture, but that two of the walls were solid windows, allowing wall-to-wall views of the grounds, including one area similar to the `garden' where we romped on our first visit. There, as earlier, were a two dozen or so naked people, some in twos; a few in threes or fours. It was only after closer looks that I realized that these were family groups. Clearly, we were now gazing on the area reserved for outdoor frolicking among families. Some were clearly family clusters of three and four; about half of those in view were older children- - maybe 9 years old to pre-teens. There were no younger children in view. I knew- - or strongly suspected- - that this wing allowed family nudity and open sex- - like we were observing now- - I didn't know how that activity lent itself to having little ones around; this explained it... they were simply being kept somewhere else. FC spoke. "Pretty impressive, isn't it?" I turned to see him pull his polo over his head, revealing that impressive torso, arm and shoulder muscles I'd marveled at on day one. As he continued to speak, he slowly shed the rest of his `kit', slowly revealing the rest of his manly physique- - including his impressive, now rock-hard penis. "Massey's desk there has been the setting for million-pound negotiations... and the rather large sofa over there has seen gallons of semen spew from untold dozens of cocks! I wouldn't doubt that it may still be warm to the touch, as it's used quite often- - whether by Massey or any number of his staff, family or other guests. Feel free to join me in doffing your togs, boys... I'm sure from here on, we can remain nude and also discover some adventures together! Doff our togs? Tristan `got it' and was naked and half-hard himself in a jiffy. (jiffy? Just listen to me!) I followed suit; soon all three of us were standing naked and boned up, hands on hips, peering out the large picture window at all the other naked people in the garden. We must have looked like the Griswolds looking out at the Grand Canyon in the "Vacation" movie, only we were all completely naked and fully erect, looking down on everybody busy sucking, fingering and fondling each other instead of just looking down at all the pretty rocks. Fifty feet in front of us, two obvious 30-something dads were lounging on a park bench- - totally nude and erect. They looked up and saw us staring at them, clearly aware of our own naked hardness and lewd gaze. Each father had an equally naked and erect young boy on their laps. The two dads were admiring and touching the other child's body, including their little nipple buds, flat tummies and small but rock-hard erections... an occasional tickle under the arms or chin. Maybe a caress of a small butt cheek now and again. The boys were giggling at the attention and tickling; occasionally cuddling against their own father's chest and randomly pawing their own father's thick, veiny penises as the dads chatted about the weather or whatever. The `special wing' version of fatherly pride, I thought, showing off their sons' developing bodies to their friends. "Now that you boys have returned to `camp mode,' why don't we get you both to the dining room and find something to eat? I could stand to tiffin myself. Tiffin? Look it up. Noting our reluctance to leave this vista- - and our `deer-in-the-headlights' look about what exactly `tiffin' meant- - but knowing we were famished, he added, "we can come back here and join in afterwards if that's what you'd like; I'm sure you'd both be very popular out there... if it makes it any easier to decide whether to go or stay, there will probably be plenty of this sort of action in the lounge and dining room as well; it just comes down to with whom you'd rather play today- - wanton, eager adults or innocent, curious youngsters much like yourselves, only slightly younger. We followed him out of Massey's office by a side door that led through an obvious secretary's office, then directly into the lobby area of the mansion. Walking single file through the large lounge area where Tristan spent his afternoon just a couple of days ago, we were `on display' and garnered many leers and comments. Tristan even smiled and nodded at a couple of women who `knew' him- - in a `biblical' sense, it seems- - and probably wished for another `go' at his magnificent body! It appeared as if he was more than willing for a re-match as well! After lunch, I'm not sure we would be able to get back through this room without cumming a couple of times. Time would tell!