Cruisin' Dude
Another Solar Fox Original
It was dark and it was starting to turn colder already. I was walking alone with my tape player listening to some Aerosmith, but I liked it loud like this when I was in no need of using my ears for something else. It was 3 am, and it was about 45 degrees in the dead town. What was it worth, you ask? I liked the idea generally of being alone, around what very little traffic was commuting at this hour. With the phones I was wearing, my ears were really staying warm; there really wasn't a lot of wind but the night air did put a spring in one's step. It really didn't bother me because I had already walked about a mile and a half. My name is Bryan Layton Adams III, no relation to the rock star hailing from the Great White North. People kid me about it a lot and even ask me to wail "Cuts Like A Knife" for them. I look nothing like him, but I do like the dude. Oh, my age you ask? I just turned 21 last February, and to quickly describe myself, oh, I am about 5' 11" with dark brown hair and brown eyes. This night I was wearing jeans, my Reebok running shoes, a short sleeve shirt and a thin jacket; when you move like I move you don't wear heavy clothing because you sweat a lot and you can actually get warm enough with less clothing; too much and you catch a cold. I knew there was a Coke machine nearby, and I was getting a bit thirsty. This machine was at an Amoco Station that was closed for the night (at this hour, I should hope so!) and I approached a fairly realiable machine, produced fifty cents from my pocket, and selected a Sunkist Orange; just didn't feel like a mess of caramel right now.
I saw him as I backed away. Damn, it gave me a start; he was just standing there in the dark, leaning against the side of the station. He started barking when the drink hit the opening at the bottom of the machine. "Shit," I thought. "probably a stray.." I got out of the area in a hurry and headed down an adjacent road. There was about a quarter of a moon out tonight, not giving very much light at all, and there were also some high cirrus clouds tonight so the moon was seldom seen at all. Just another cool night in Georgia. There was.. a dude! Shit.. there was a guy walking the same way down this street as I was. Right now he was a good 500 feet away. He looked cool - he had on a blue cotton jacket with a hood on it, and I could see he was wearing faded blue jeans. He looked cool, but he could also be a thief - a murderer - an ex-con. He stopped. Oh shit, he knows I'm behind him. My earphones were around my neck.. he probably heard my extra batteries rattling in my back pocket. "Hell, I'm just passing through," I thought. I was going to go slow though, at least get a peek at the guy and see if he looked seedy or what - SURE it might be the last guy I ever looked at, but hell, right now that really didn't bother me. I'd probably just walk by, look and keep going. He had stopped under a street light next to a fence in front of a lumber yard. I halfway wanted to get off this road anyway because a curious cop desperate to meet his ticket or jail quota may find good use for me at this hour. I could see the dude had light brown hair; it had been long in back I could tell because I had seen it hanging down over his hood in back. It looked about shoulder length. I got closer and finally I was on him. I slowed my pace as I had intended in advance. I had known that I did want to at least look, and now he had stopped, which made me wonder even more. He was still leaning against the fence. He couldn't have been older than me. No way. He nodded to acknowledge my presence. "Wassup?" he said in a voice somewhat higher than mine. I walked a couple of steps off the road now. "Not much," I answered back. At least I could see at the moment that it would have been difficult for the guy to overpower me, if that were going to be the case. Still, I had taken quite a risk doing what I had done up to this point. He was still there, hadn't moved. "Were you going somewhere in particular?" he asked. "Wouldn't want to hold you up, not this late!" he said. "Nope. Just walking, really," I responded. "My name's Bryan," I offered. "I'm Steven," the dude said. "I'm just walking too.. I take these tracks and just go from there." "Damn, I do too man. You wanna walk a little now so we can get away from these lights?" "Sure!" We walked about 200 more feet to a set of train tracks. At that time we were out from under the lights and off the road. At any time a cop could have seen us, or someone could have run us down. That's why I like to stay off main roads if I'm going to walk at night. We got on the tracks and headed South, in the direction of the main part of town. It seemed we had each other at a vantage point now - it was dark, I didn't really know Steven, he didn't know me. Somehow I felt like things were turning around for me now. Maybe they were... Woods were all that encompassed these tracks from here for a quarter of a mile to the next road, and on one side, a steep grade. He must live around here, I figured, since he claimed to walk these tracks a lot. "Steven.. you like to be called 'Steve'?" "Oh yeah.. that's cool." "How old are you? I'm 21," I asked. "Nineteen," he responded. "Well, when you walk, do you ever have definite destinations in mind, or do you just end up where ever?" I asked. "Depends... sometimes I go several miles.. sometimes I just go where ever.." "Wild.. I do too." "Mmm." he muttered. "What?" "I have to stop and piss.." he said, and without further ado, he turned to the side facing opposite me, unzipped and I heard liquid fall. Damn, darkness. Sometimes it has distinct disadvantages. At the moment it left me with no earthly way to see how long his thing was. Oh well. So far he really hadn't sent many vibes in the endowment department, and if he didn't start soon, I was going to hint around. Then, there WAS something. He zipped up. "Ahh, that feels better," he said quietly. He had put out a good bit of piss, too. "Held a lot of water," I chuckled. He chuckled back. So, think. Do I start in hot and heavy with obviously "gay" questions, or do I "beat around the bush"? We walked on. "Where you wanna go?" he asked me, like I knew. "Stop a minute," I said as we were just about halfway between the road we came in on and the next road off of the tracks. He stopped. A million things were racing through my mind, my heartbeat must have more than doubled and I could feel the blood rushing through my veins. I was about to put Steven to the test. "What?" he asked, obviously puzzled. "Just wanted to stop a second." Shit, I thought suddenly, a test in itself! He could have just said, "well, I'll keep going, you can catch up to me if you want," but he stopped. I wanted to shake his hand, and say "friends?" but I knew that if he didn't accept me for being gay, even a friendship might be impossible. I wasn't out looking for him, but he was there, and now I had things to consider. Hell, for all I knew at this moment, he may have been thinking the same things - that he was gay and was going to try the same tack with me - but perhaps he had a few butterflies in his stomach. I did, but I was starting to lose them as I replaced personal values where other thoughts were. I hesitated a moment. Then, I rationalized. I was going to ask if he had a girlfriend; hell, he could always lie and say he did and that he was straight. But I hadn't asked yet, either, had I? "Uh, Steve, you got a girlfriend?" I had asked. "Not right now." THAT sounded honest. Somehow, that felt good. Something positive, something in my favor. I could see him barely in the faint light coming from a tool rental place nearby; he was smiling and looking right at me. I sipped a few sips off my Sunkist Orange. I didn't tell him I didn't have a girlfriend, I waited to see if he were going to ask me. He did, and I replied, "nope, and I really don't have any plans to have one either." "Thirsty?" I asked, thinking briefly about other drink machines in the area. "Nope, I just drank a gallon of iced tea.. I'm okay."
He was still smiling. I was close to chuckling, because of the fact that the remark that he had no girlfriend didn't at all seem repulsive to him. He blurted it out. "Are you gay?" "Yeah, I am," I said. Then, almost a state of shock flew over me when he said, "I confess, I am too." "I see.." I said. He giggled. "No, you DON'T see. Look down." "Down?" I looked down. There it was, I looked right at dick level and he had it out, it was hard, and he was moving side to side in the faint light so he could let me see it as best he could. "Can I touch it?" I asked, my voice getting a little more excited. "Sure, if you want..." I did. It was warm, and I could tell it was hard. I gave it a small light squeeze as my hand drew near to his body. I could see it in the light faintly; it was a little fat and by all indications it was a decent size. "Your hands are a little cold," he informed me, "but that's okay," he said as I started to remove it. "How gay are you?" he asked. Interesting question, but it was put well. "How GAY am I?" I repeated his question. "Well, I don't guess I could be any gayer!" "I mean, you like women at all?" he asked. "No, not really. I like them as people, but I don't see them as sex objects if that's what you mean.." "Yeah, that's what I mean.. I feel that way, too," he clarified. "Can I see yours?" By now, my dick was all steamed up. I could only imagine what the rest of this guy's hot body looked like. I didn't want him to expose it here, now, out in the cold. No one should. Talk about a wonderful case of pneumonia. He felt of it, his hands too were a little chilled, but I went steel-hard at the touch of someone else's hand on my rod. "Now I know why you stopped me," he grinned.
He still had his out, and I felt his another moment as he felt mine. "Another question now, do you have a boyfriend?" I asked, unsure. "Nope." I informed him that I didn't either. I got a little braver and reached into his jeans now, through the cotton fabric of his underwear, and reached for his balls. Yeah, there they were. Drawn in pretty close to his body in the cold air. "Damn!" he said quietly. "You like feeling it all, don't you?" "Sure.. well.. not if it bothers you.." "It doesn't," he said as he reached in now and felt mine in a similar fashion. Now that my legs had stopped moving, the night air started taking on a little more of a chill than it had before. I was feeling good, but I started to shiver just a little. I thought I might try a little negotiation. "God, it's KILLER to feel another guy's balls!" Steve exclaimed. "I know the feeling," I said, getting into his thought patterns. "You know," I said, "I'm not in that great a mood suddenly to GO and walk. I mean, I probably can, it's just that I want to get to know you better." He suddenly pulled his hand out of my pants. "Zip up," he said. I did; for a moment I thought I had pissed him off. "What's wrong?" I asked, almost afraid. "Nothing," he said. "I don't really - think I want to go on a long walk either, somehow I want to get to know you better too, Bryan.." "Ahh. Well, anywhere we can go? I mean, to be warmer and talk and such?" "Yeah," he said. "We can walk a short distance and talk some too. You know this area, I take it?" "Like the back of my..." "Bah-hahah!" he laughed. "You know where Sawyer Road is?" "You bet I do!" I said, and I did. Did I ever. That was over three more miles from here and apart from that, away from my house. "I live on Sawyer with about three other guys. I have a car, really, I just wanted to walk, like I do sometimes when I feel really strange." "I walk when I feel really strange too, or depressed or something," I told him. "I sure hope you're not depressed tonight!" he said as we crossed the next street and continued on the tracks. "I'm not, not since I ran into you!" "Me either. You're really a cool dude, Bryan." "Thanks. You are too, Steve. Shake?" We shook. His hand felt about 1000 degrees warmer than mine. Sure, we could walk and talk at the same time, but we couldn't do much else.
We came off the tracks now and went through a small community of houses. We had to do this and we still had to go through part of a small office park and behind a chemical plant. "How long have you lived here?" I asked. "About two years now," Steve said. "I used to live down at Daytona Beach." "You a surfer?" "I was. It was pretty fun.. I still skateboard a little these days.." "Damn. I like skateboarding.." "Do you skate?" he asked. "Oh, noooo.. not really.. heh.. just like to watch." "I can relate to that," he said. We got to a main thoroughfare next to a combination thrift store/gas station, which was closed. Oh well; that told me that it wasn't 24 hours - it was 3:45 am after all. "Sometimes I stay out until dawn," Steve said. "Haven't lately though." We paused at the intersection. "So, y' know where you are?" he asked. "Sandy Plains," I confirmed. "Yep," he said back. There was very little traffic on this road, so we crossed on over to the entrance to this office park that we had to walk through the front part of to gain access to a road. The park had not been there long. "Want to.. hold hands?" he asked. "Sure!" I responded. So, hand-in-hand, we walked up a fairly dark back street, which wound around and up onto an older, vintage street which ran behind the chemical plant, which NEVER shuts down. "Now I'm getting a little thirsty," he said. "Me too." "Not to worry.. got PLENTY at home.." "At the 18th hole, huh?" "Yeah. Pretty crappy bunker shot here on the 15th right now, eh?" he joked. "You play?" I asked. "Oh, sure, once in a while.. not in at least six months.. never can break a hundred.." We agreed that we would walk without holding hands once we got into the bright lights emminating from the chemical plant.
A siren broke the silence. The sound of a horn and flashing lights soon followed as we were now adjacent to a main road leading into town. "Jesus, that scared the shit out of me!" he laughed. "Yeah.. quite unexpected.." Now, as we were coming up behind this chemical plant, I could see very clearly just how Steve looked. Damn, I had been walking with a fox! We paused in the light as there were no workers close by inside the fence. The place was monitored by video cameras and no telling what kind of chemicals were made in that plant - but my guess was they were probably quite toxic. I might expect to walk along looking at a clump of clover nearby, and see a whole mass of four- or five-leafed ones from the generation around here! He caught full sight of my earphones as we tousled each other's hair. "What kind of music you listen to?" he asked. "Oh.. classic rock.. a little metal, Top 40.. you name it.." I said as I started walking again, in earnest. You know earnest, don't you? Well, never mind. "Cool," he said of my musical tastes. He had not yet asked my last name, and I wasn't going to mention it just yet, either. A distant train blew. "Good," I thought, "at least we're off the tracks and won't have to contend with them again.." He put his arm around my shoulder. I couldn't very well stand alone for this and I put mine around his. "You know, a kid did this to me in middle school when we were walking home one day, and I had a fit," he said. "Really?" "Yeah, almost punched him. My best friend, and I almost punched him. Damn it all.." "Steve, that's ancient history," I said as I knew we were getting close to Sawyer Road now. Sawyer was a long road too, so I had no real idea if I had to go "another good distance," or, "just around the corner." In all, it spanned about a mile, just guessing. But then here and there there were little dead-end streets branching off of it. "Yeah, I know it's ancient history, I just don't like thinkin' 'bout it." "So don't!" "Heh.. okay. I'll think about you." God he sounded so sweet. "I've just got this little urge to peck you on th' cheek, dude." "So, do it dude!" I said as his dry lips met my face. Damn. He did seem thirsty. Hell, I could only guess WHERE this night/morning was going to go now.. "Steve, how far down Sawyer is it?" "Alllll the way. Live down by the traffic light across from the horse stable." "Really?" I said, almost ready to disbelieve that remark, wholeheartedly. "Naah.. you can breathe easy. I live in this first subdivision." "Whew," I said. His body was warm and the sweat on our arms was combining as we pressed them together slightly around each other's shoulders. I could see where he might skate some if he lived in that first subdivision; little traffic, and it terminated into a dead-end two-way street. I remembered it; I had been this way before but the last - and the only time - I had ventured into this particular subdivision was by day. Now as we got ready to turn off the main road into the subdivision, we again held hands - both our palms were really sweating. My feet were in a bit of pain as, since I did walk a good bit occasionally, my walks were not always this far or as hurried as were the last couple of miles. We had both been walking relatively briskly with the excitement of getting to know each other in a "warmer light". We turned into the subdivision now and were about 200 feet into the darkness and away from traffic. He walked with me over to the side of the street, stopped. "Do me a favor," Steve said. "Sure," I answered as I realized at this stage I might damn well do anything he requested. Or thought of requesting. "Reach down my pants, and feel my dick," Steve muttered slowly. I reached over with my left hand, sweaty from holding Steven's right hand as we had walked, and slowly reached my hand down the denim jeans. It was easy to fit it into the gap and down into his underwear because he did wear his jeans loosely. Down, down.. pubic hair in his genital area.. and there it was. It was stone hard, and hot.. probably the warmest part of his whole body as we stood there. I eased my hand the entire length of the shaft, from its base near his scrotum, down to the head, where I noted some moisture. He was obviously so excited that he was pre-cumming. It was amazing, even if we never took another step.. although we needed to soon. We were both cold and needed a little rehydration. "Damn," he said quietly. As I said "what," and went to a fully-standing position again, from some faint distant lights I could make out enough to tell there was a tear in his eye, and he was sniffling a little. "What's the matter?" I asked. "This just seems so wild man.." "What?" "When I asked you to feel me just now, I half expected you to refuse. I just never dreamed I could ask someone to do that to me and have them really do it. You know, heh.. you never even questioned it, just did it..." "Steve, I like you. I don't question requests that a friend asks me to do." "Even if they're crazy like that was?" "Even if they're crazy, but.. that wasn't crazy," I said. "That was NOT crazy. I've often wished people would do that to me. Don't let your bad thoughts get to you. I don't want to hurt you; I do know that the events of the last hour might hit you as a shock, I'm sure they will me too.. but they are real." "That wasn't crazy to you?" "No way! I mean, I have crazier thoughts than that!" "Like what?" Steve asked of me. It was incredible. It was 4:15, neither of us had to be any particular place at any particular time. Here I was feeling this dude's pecker I barely knew, and I was about to open up all thoughts to him. God I didn't want to upset him or hurt him, more than anything. There was little he could do to upset me. I asked him how much further it was to his house. I must admit that for at least twenty seconds while I was feeling his penis in the darkness there, I had a slight feeling that he lived nowhere near here and just led me to this subdivision for privacy and a quick blow job. But, there might have been a few other places along the way-- and why else would he stay with me this long? Millions of thought waves racing through my brain. By now my hand was out of his jeans, and I must admit I was smelling of it. As I like the smell of a dick coated a little with pee, a quick sniff of my hand revealed an interesting smell combined of fresh semen and a slight raunchiness of piss. My dick was already a little hard as tired as I was; this combination of smells seemed to give it new life. "Just about six more houses, on the left," he told me. "Porch light should be on with a red Chevette in the driveway." I felt better now even. I let out a slow sigh as we drew closer to the house, realizing the true revelation of said house did exist. We walked up to the front door. Steve inserted a key and we went inside. This was obviously the living room; there was a TV, stereo, sofa, chairs.. all the things one would normally see in most any living room in most houses. It was spacious and the walls were painted with a gold color and trimmed in dark brown which shined where the light hit it. We instantly went to the kitchen and got a drink. We then collapsed side by side on the sofa.
The room was warm and had a slight smell of strawberry to it. We sat in the dim light. Steve smiled. "So this is it," he said. "The other guys are asleep, except for Todd.. he works graveyard." "Oh?" "Yeah.. he works two jobs. Says it won't be long until he can quit the graveyard... anyway.. feel better?" "Yeah... lots." "Thought so," he said, coming out of his blue jacket. This revealed a thin muscle shirt underneath! Damn! "Were you warm enough?" I asked. "For the most part," he said. "I'm warm- blooded..." Damn... another sip on his drink and he was pulling off his shoes and socks, his bare feet now on the green carpet. As I removed my jacket, he further stripped his shirt to his bare chest. "What a chest," I thought. "Gonna go all the way to my underwear," he informed me. Damn, that reminded me. I never had told him just how kinky I was. There he was in Fruit Of the Looms, with the gold and blue band around the elastic. As I started coming out of some of my clothes, he smiled. "I never did answer your question about how crazy I was, did I?" I asked, fumbling with my jeans. "Uh, nope I don't guess you did.. we were in such a hurry to get home.. uh, I mean to my house.." he blundered. I was stripped to my underpants as well and sat down to see a fierce hardon in his underwear. He put his arm around my shoulder as I was getting hot as a firecracker myself. We were plenty warm physically too.. in cooler weather, the guys would really crank the heat up, and use no covers at night. It seemed they loved to sweat, which was fine by me! "So what do you do to get crazy?" he said, looking younger than any nineteen. "One thing I like.. is to see a dude pop the elastic band of his underwear.." "Like this?" he said. Snap! He popped it, grasping the band right under his slightly hairy navel and popping the elastic. "Yeah, like that.. do it again.." I said. He did it a couple more times for me, giggling. "You know, that IS kinda neat," he said to me. "Really?" "Yeah.. I can see where that might have a nice sound to it.." He paused, looked at me. "You uh.. mind if I take um all the way off?" "No, not really.. I'd like to see your body.." on the word "like", he was kicking his Fruit of the Looms off his right foot, hitting the opposite wall and landing on the chair opposite us. A very hard cock was showing, with no limit of hair around it. I was quick to follow suit. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "Nice, isn't it?" he said. "Oh.. I was staring.. sorry." "Stare all you want! I just wanted to let it out.." he noted. "Can I stare at you?" he asked. "Of course!" I responded, moving my stiff pole around. His hips looked gold and firm. I thought he did look well-defined. Then, he thought I did too. It wasn't long that I had my hand on his dick again, it looked bigger than mine. He informed me that it was seven and a half, which confirmed that it WAS longer than my six. It really didn't matter He had drawn the curtains and we were sitting there at a quarter of five in the morning, naked. Right now we were feeling of each other and replenishing our bodily fluids. I got down at pecker level and took his cock all the way down my throat. "Geeze, you really are a cool guy," he said. Slowly I sucked him off. It was really great and he really did enjoy seeing how much I enjoyed it too; the fact that I was sucking him AND slightly rubbing his chest brought him off in a flash. Breathing really deeply, he let a very large load of cum down my throat, and I continued to suck until I was sure he was not going to erupt any more. "Geezus, that has got to be the first fuckin' time I have been sucked like that!" he exclaimed. He revealed that this was the first blowjob he had had since he was sixteen, in a locker room at school. Further, he revealed that he had never fucked anyone but someday wanted to, and had BEEN fucked once in his life. His navel was cute - he had a flattish navel that kinda had a swirlly pattern in it. He let me touch it. The swirlly pattern felt a lot like the lobe of one's ear. Steve said that he didn't have a lot of feeling on it. He didn't have a lot of hair on his body, except some around his navel and his groin, but he did have a couple of long thin hairs on the swirlly part of his navel. "I just leave them there," he told me. "Once in a while I brush my hand over them on purpose and let them tickle my palm.." He giggled. He was certainly cute. Moreso since I could now see him in a more "suitable" surrounding.
We finished our drinks and went to his bedroom, carrying our clothes. Then we showered together. We didn't talk a whole lot in the shower, but he sure did his share of smiling. He reached down at one point and felt my nuts, squeezing them lightly. "Damn, you have a nice pouch," he said. I felt of his also. It was wild feeling the wet hair dripping from his balls as I let my hand fall below them. Somehow something was planted in the back of my mind as I looked at his cut, seven and a half inches.. suddenly I had thoughts of him being loaded with piss and just letting it all go on me. Maybe I wasn't alone in my feelings of having this wild infatuation with getting pissed on. I didn't know, right now it was just in the back of my mind but it was distinguishable, for a mere second it was in the forefront of my mind before it took a back burner. We rinsed all the soap off our bodies. As we did, he made a conscious effort to waggle his dick around. It would slap just below the navel, come down and crash into his balls. The head was larger now, and as we began to get ready to get out and he was towelling himself, his thrashes were not allowing his dick to cover as much thrashing distance. More, it was getting hard and thus impossible to force as far. As we hung our towels on the rack, he would thrash and say, "damn. I'm just too hard. It won't move anymore." It had not been ten minutes since I had sucked him off. We went back into his bedroom and he invited me to get in bed with him. Hell, I wasn't going anywhere.. I might as well. It was a double bed so it was roomy enough. I was chilly, but I resisted covers because he was letting me get a good look at his nakedness again. His legs were a little hairy too, and he let me rub my hands on them. "Man, I never dreamed I'd meet someone tonight," he assured me as did I. He was all spread out, and my cock began to droop down over his as I moved slowly further up his body. He looked down at it as it brushed his and now his hardon was pushing my balls up close to my body. "Damn, I really gotta piss," he said. "Really bad?" I asked, getting a gleam in my eye. "Yeah.. sorry," he said, as though he felt he was doing me a disservice by having to get up. "No problem," I said, trailing him to the bathroom. He approached the commode. "Stop," I said quietly, closing the door behind us. "Don't piss yet." "Wha..?" he said. "You ever get into like, golden showers?" I asked. "Never heard of those what are.. oh.. uh.. not really," he said, realizing what I was talking about. "I have tried to shoot piss several feet before, but never all over myself, if that's what you mean." "Yeah, well I get heavy into it sometimes," I told him, stalling him. Before it was over, I talked him into standing in the tub with me, pointing his penis up, and spraying us both. He squeezed his head a little as he did. I told him he could just remain outside the tub and piss on me if he'd wanted, but he insisted that if I liked it that he wanted to try it, so he did. He saw me bend into his thin steady stream and open my mouth, grabbing a small swallow. "Is.. that good?" he asked. "I like it sometimes," I said. "There really isn't anything that 'dirty' about it.." Aiming some into his own mouth, he insisted further to try it. He did, he said that it wasn't the worst thing he had ever tasted, but that it was strong. I still drank a little more before he was through, but it was a little bitter. We were both a little wet from the warm gold. "Do you not like the smell of it too much?" I asked. "Well, I do in a way.. I like the pee smell in bathrooms because I think a lot about the guys that stood there doing it.." he said. Then I heard something I never in a million years, dreamed he would say. "Does it turn you on more, the more piss a guy can put out at a time?" I was slow to respond because I thought it was a thought. "Uh, yeah it does," I finally managed to spit out." "Somehow it does me too," he said. "I'm that way about.. my sperm too. I know this sounds crazy.." I looked him right in the eye. "Nothing sounds crazy. Just say what you want, dude." "Okay.. well, the more sperm I seem to put out, the more I jack my tool.." "Do you have several orgasms when you cum?" I asked. "Sometimes," he answered. "I know I did a while ago!" He reached around and stuck the middle finger of his right hand up his asshole. "Mmm. Fingering." he said. "Yeah, I see that. How well did you like getting fucked when you were young that time?" "'That time' is right," he said as he threatened to turn on the shower to shower us off. "Go ahead," I said as the warm water came back on us again. "I wished it had been more than 'that time'," he emphasized. After we showered...