We had been attending this community beautification committee for about a year when the invitation was offered. I was standing in the foyer, chatting and shaking hands, when Charlie said "A bunch of us guys are going on a float trip, would you like to join us?"
I was caught off guard, but was so flattered by the invitation, that I immediately accepted. There was a group of 4 other guys who had been doing this stuff for awhile, and were always on the lookout for guys to join the sport. I had never been on such a trip, had done very little camping, and had lots of equipment to buy or borrow. Charlie took me under his wing to teach me about white water rafting. We met at his house the following Tuesday, and he took me to his basement to show me the equipment.
"One of the first things you'll need is a wetsuit" Charlie explained. "You can rent one at the scuba shop uptown, but I've got an extra one that I've outgrown. If you want, you can try it on."
"Hey, anything to save some money and hassle," I responded.
"Let me lock the door and you can try it on."
"Well, ah.... Ok."
"What kind of underwear you got on?" Charlie asked.
The question caught me off guard, and I couldn't even remember for a second. "Boxers. Why?"
"I was afraid of that. Boxers and wetsuits don't work well together. They bunch up and make you real uncomfortable. Those nylon bikini briefs or a jockstrap work best. Lets see...I guess it won't matter for trying it on."
I didn't know Charlie that well, but decided that stripping to my underwear wasn't that big a deal. We started with the feet, and for that, I had to sit on the floor. I stood and began to pull up pants. The neoprene is difficult to pull up, and Charlie could see me struggle.
"Can I give you a hand?" he asked.
"It looks like I need help. This isn't as easy as it looks"
Charlie grabbed a handful of material and began to tug on the back. He was right, my underwear immediately bunched up, creating a world class snuggie. I put my arms though the sleeves, and then the back zipper was the only thing left.
"Are you sure this will fit?" I asked.
"They're supposed to be tight. Now suck it in and I'll zip you in."
"Believe it or not, baby powder or Vaseline can help you get it on. Now lets see how you look. That underwear really did bunch up. There's a mirror in the bathroom if you want to look."
I decided that I would, and followed him as he turned on the light. I was like a second skin. I could see every contour of my body, especially my chest, tummy, and my private parts. It was if he read my mind.
"You're in pretty good shape. These suits don't hide much. How does it feel?" he asked.
"It seems pretty tight, and you're right about the boxers."
"Hey, you look pretty snug, but I think it will work.I noticed, but don't worry about it.
I turned sideways in the mirror, and ran my hands down my flanks. Hearing Charlie talk about Tom, and me admiring my own body, I began to become slightly aroused. I could see it instantly in the mirror and was horrified that Charlie would notice.
"We all feel inadequate around him, so don't feel bad. I caught myself staring the first time I went floating with him."
I could hear Charlie talking, but was lost in my own admiration of my body. Those days in the gym were really paying off.
"How do you pee in this thing?" I asked.
"You can unzip it and pull it half way off, but it's a pain in the ass. I usually jump in the water and just pee. The water flushes it out pretty quickly."
"Well, I think Tom may have some competition here" Charlie said, our eyes catching in the mirror.
I like it when guys notice me in the showers or at the pool, but was embarrassed at Charlie's comment. I began to turn away.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed. A guy should like what he sees in the mirror. Nothing like a wetsuit or a Speedo to bring out the best in us. I think this fits real nice. I'll help you unzip."
Standing in front of the mirror, he unzipped and I peeled off the neoprene. I could feel his hands on my backside, pulling down on the suit. When I lowered it from my waist, my erection poked through the slit in the boxers. I could see Charlie's expression as I quickly slipped it back inside, but unable to hide it all together. Charlie got on the floor and helped me get my feet out. I turned around, and he was at eye level with my erection. His eyes were glued to my protrusion. I was leaning again the vanity, and felt sort of trapped. After a short pause, Charlie stood up, and we left the bathroom. I was uncomfortable, but yet intrigued by his facial expression, almost aroused by the tension. We spend the remainder of the evening talking about equipment and him telling me about what to expect on the trip.
Chapter 2
I couldn't keep my mind off the wetsuit incident. How uncomfortable I had been, but at the same time aroused. I had never thought of Charlie much at all, certainly never about him physically, but now my mind was replaying the incident, like when you can't keep your tongue away from a chipped tooth. As the days moved forward, I put the incident aside and chalked it up to my overactive imagination.
We all gathered at Charlie's house that Thursday night. We packed the car and we were soon on the road. It was a little tight with 5 in the car, but we managed. We made our first pit stop at an old gas station. There was a race for the bathroom, and I won. I was surprised by old style urinal, a trough really. There was no place to hide as Dean took the far end, and then Charlie took the middle space. I was already out and could feel Charlie' eyes on my cock. The flow started just prior to the blood. I couldn't fight the strong impulse to let my eyes wander. Charlie's cock was uncircumcised, and I saw him pull the skin back just before he began to pee. Looking further, I could just make out Dean shaking his penis, the last drop falling to the porcelain. I looked back at the wall again, afraid to get caught looking. I could hear his strong stream, and turned just slightly.
"Man, I really had to pee" Charlie said.
"I can tell, don't chip the porcelain" I replied, as I shook off twice and stuffed it back inside. I turned toward Charlie, and caught him looking. His hand was on his cock, and it looked very different with a foreskin.
"I see you remembered not to wear boxers," he said.
"I bought some special ones just for this trip" I said, suddenly interested in his underwear. "I've never had nylon bikini one before, and they take some getting used to."
"Mine are riding pretty high today," he said, as he unsnapped his jeans, lowered his jeans, all the while his dick was in the open air, and adjust his underwear. "You like my red underwear?"
My face instantly turned red. "Uh...yes...it's very nice." How dumb was that!
We arrived at the campsite well after midnight. It was a challenge to sit up the tent in the dark and getting sleeping bags all laid out. They said it was a six-man tent, but there was not enough room for five. In the end, I was between Charlie and the wall, and quietly set about getting ready for bed. One final time out for the bathroom, and I was ready for bed. I brought pajamas, but noticed that the guys slept in their underwear, so I left them in my bag. Charlie's red ones were by far the sexiest in the crowd. Dean had on white jockeys, Tom sure enough was hung just like Charlie said, and filled his white jockeys. The last guy, Curtis had on boxers, but looked good in them. He had the best body definition of the whole group. Someone turned out the light, and it got quiet.
As I lay still, I realized that I had just checked out every guy in the tent. What was wrong with me? I subconsciously reached down, and found my cock fully hard. Charlie was very close to me, so I moved very slowly and enjoyed exploring my own body. I could hear Tom and Dean talking about the river. Curtis was snoring on the opposite side of the tent. Charlie turned towards me and whispered "I thought you bought new underwear?"
"I did, but for tomorrow. I guess I should have bought more," I replied. "I like those red ones you have on."
"Thanks" he said "I really like them too. You ever try a thong?"
"No, just bought my first bikini for this trip," I replied.
"You've got the body for a thong. Not all guys could carry that off, but you could."
Charlie has been checking me out, I thought. I could feel some pre-cum as I continued to slowly stroke my cock.
"Did you notice Tom? I told you he was hung like a horse. I saw him hard once, but it wasn't much bigger that it is soft."
"Yes, I noticed. When did you see him hard?" I asked.
"He wakes up hard every morning. Watch in the morning, and you'll see."
I could feel my arousal increase by the second. Charlie's conversation did nothing by increase my need to cum. I could feel my breathing change. I withdrew my hand, as I was afraid of being caught by Charlie.
"You seem to notice a lot of things. What did you notice about me?" I whispered.
"Well, you look good in a wetsuit, you adventurous, you work out, and your curious."
"Curious, about what?"
"Lots of things, but I noticed you are curious about my foreskin," Charlie replied.
I took me a second to respond. "What do you mean?"
"Back at the gas station, I couldn't help but notice that you were curious about my foreskin. I'm guessing you don't see that too often."
"I need to work on my peeping skills. You're right, most guys that I've seen have been circumcised. It must be real different?"
"I wouldn't know any more than you. I'm glad I wasn't cut, but it does attract attention in the locker room. I bet you attract attention yourself in a gym, locker room or a pool."
"Why?"
"You don't know? Most guys would kill to look like you do naked. You could be an underwear model or a porn star."
"Well thanks, but I don't have the dick for porn." I humbly responded.
"We were talking about how well hung Tom is when soft, but he doesn't change much when erect.. You, on the other hand look fairly normal soft, but you are amazing when erect. You must double in size."
"I guess I thought all guys were that way, " I replied.
"No, you're special."
"How do you know so much?" I asked.
"Guess I've been around the block a few times."
"What else do you know?"
"I know you're jacking off right now." My hand suddenly went very still. How did he know that? "Don't worry, so am I."
I was silent for a minute. I could hear Tom and Dean still talking quietly. I could detect slight movement in Charlie's bag, and knew that he hadn't stopped. What the hell, I might as well finish. Pre-cum was freely flowing from my dick, and I slowly spread it around my cock head. I was ever so careful to move slowly, but was able to provide enough stimulation to get close. I was curious what Charlie was doing, but couldn't tell much except that he hadn't finished. I could feel myself holding my breath, and as much as I wanted to be quiet, I knew I wasn't. I could feel the cum puddle right below my navel. I lay still, and in a few seconds I could tell that Charlie had reached orgasm.
I suddenly realized that I had not prepared for cleanup. I rummaged around and found my T-shirt and quietly brought it inside my bag. Charlie was a little more brazen and unzipped his bad, while facing my direction, and cleaned up. I wanted to see details, but couldn't. He didn't seem to be embarrassed or ashamed, emotions that were coursing though my body. Sleep quickly ended any conflict I was feeling.
Chapter 3
It took me a few moments to realize where I was. My back ached and my bladder was full. Curtis was already standing and slipping on some pants and a shirt. He quickly moved outside the tent. Tom was next up, and sure enough had an erection. He hid it well by bending over at the waist, but I could tell. He slid his jean on had to stand upright. He clearly struggled getting is packed inside and zipping up. I looked over at Charlie, who had been watching, and as Tom slipped out of the tent, whispered "I told you so" with a giant smile.
I started to get up next. My morning wood was also showing, but my main concern was to empty my bladder. My pants were uncooperative, and I almost fell trying to get them on. I reached for my T-shirt and began to put in on till I noticed last nights cum, and quickly threw it down. I proceeded bare chested and footed out the door. It was remote enough that I moved for the closest tree, pulled him out, and preceded to 'pee like a racehorse,' what ever that means.
"Don't peel the bark off" Charlie said as he slipped up beside me. He clearly took a stance that allowed me full view as he pulled out his cock, pulled the skin back, and proudly peed. I could not take my eyes off his cock. I was still standing there, long finished, and watched Charlie manipulate the foreskin for my viewing pleasure. I could beel myself begin to harden, and quickly stuffed him back inside my jockeys. I turned and left, my nipples already hardened by the cold morning air. My bag was in the car, and I went and got some clean underwear, sock and a shirt.
Changing my underwear inside the tent took some real coordination. I had never worn bikini ones, and found it difficult to stuff and arrange everything. Tom was also changing, and noticed my struggle.
"I wish they'd make them bigger in front," he said.
He wore a jock strap, and when he turned his back towards me to pull up his jeans, I got a full view of his ass. He had dimples in his cheeks that were cute. He was quickly covered and I went about my own business. Curtis was just coming inside with clean socks looking for his shoes. I finished dressing, wondering when I should put on my wetsuit.
It turns out that the morning routine was to eat breakfast, pack a sack lunch, and then get dressed for the river. We were scheduled to be at the outfitters at 10:00am. I waited till several others had begun to assemble their river gear before going into the tent to change. I stripped down to my new underwear, and lay on my bag to get my feet in the leg holes. Charlie came in and stripped beside me and made a show of putting on his fresh underwear. By that time Curtis has joined us, taking off his boxers for a jock strap. His six pack abdominal muscles were quite striking, more so than his average sized cut cock. Charlie zipped me up, and I moved outside to wait. I was feeling pretty confident in my skintight wetsuit when Tom came up beside me after changing outside. His cock was well positioned for maximum viewing attention. It was fun to watch him attract looks from all the guys as they assembled beside the vehicle. Curtis was the last one there, and judging from his bulge, was not wearing any underwear.
Finally, it was time to be on the river. We had our own raft, and since some of the guys were experienced, we didn't have a guide. We let most of the others go first. There were lots of college guys, unprepared for the cold water, toting beer coolers. They were noisy, young, and handsome. I was a little nervous, being my first float trip, but the guys took good care of me. I learned the strokes and commands, and was soon enjoying the excellent spring atmosphere.
We stopped for lunch on a gravel bar. It was at a bend in the river with a mild rapid right in front. We had barely begun our sack lunches when a aluminum canoe tipped and out fell two college guys. They swam for shore, and managed to grab their boat and paddles. By the time they made shore, they were already shivering. I could tell the other guys had some experience, and began to build a fire to warm the guys. The fire helped, but one of the guys began to chatter his teeth, and couldn't stop shivering. Tom got him to undress and we got him a towel from our dry bag. The other guy followed suit and we began to wring out the excess water and hang the clothes in the sun close to the fire. I sat on a rock, across the fire, to warm my hands. The first guy was sitting on the ground, towel over his shoulders, knees to his chest, but it gave me an excellent view of his goods. As he warmed up, he loosened up him posture, and I could tell his nuts were hanging lower. The effect of watching there two studs was evident, and I chose to take a walk. I needed to piss, and didn't want to get wet, so I attempted to undo my wetsuit. The zipper on the back has a long tag, and I was able to get it lowered to my waist. It was a struggle to get it lower, but finally I was free of the neoprene. I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned my head to look. It was Charlie, with a big smile.
"You believe those two guys. They didn't have wetsuits or dry clothes. What idiots!"
"They didn't look so smart sitting naked by the fire. I don't care how big you cock is, stupid is stupid," I replied.
"You noticed too. I thought you might. Imagine what they would look like on a hot summer day."
"I'm trying not too, in case you didn't notice, I'm trying to piss here, and it's difficult to do with a hard-on."
By this time, Charlie had peeled his suit down to his knees. I stood near him, my cock still in my hand, but done otherwise.
"Is it hard to keep it clean? I always head the reason to circumcise was for hygiene."
"I don't think so. You pull back the skin here, and wash, and there's no problem." He said.
I watched with rapt attention to his manipulation of the foreskin. My own cock began to swell, and I didn't nothing to hide that fact.
"Does it pull back when you have an erection?" I asked.
"Yes, but sometimes, when the erection is not that strong, I help it out, just like I'm doing now. This may sound weird, but would you like to touch the skin, I mean, to see how it feels?"
I looked around, to make sure we were alone. "Yeah, but don't tell anyone. I've always been curious about this." I said, as if he hadn't already known. I moved closer and cautiously touched him. The skin was silky smooth, spongy, but warm to the touch. I gently pulled the skin back, exposing the pink head, which looked similar to my own, but different, smoother, more sensitive. I put my whole hand around his shaft, and simulated masturbation.
"Careful, don't wake the dragon or you may have to satisfy his needs," Charlie said, with a wicked smile.
"It does feel very different. I sometimes wish I had my foreskin," I said.
"There is a way you can experience it, but it's kind of weird. Here, move across from me. Closer" he instructed. He reached out and grabbed my penis, already moving towards full erection. He moved me so that the tips of our cocks were touching, and gently, moved his skin forward until it covered the tip of mine. The feeling was warm and sensual, more intimate than I had expected. I could feel pre-cum inside the warm cocoon of his foreskin.
"Wow, that is something. I never expected it to feel so wonderful. Oh, careful.... This feels so good."
Charlie had now moved into full-blown contact. His second hand found my balls, and began to explore and role them softly in his palm. He then began to stroke my iron-hard shaft, keeping the foreskin close with his second hand. The sensation was incredible, and I could feel my knees bend and my heart race.
"Charlie, careful... I'm about to cum."
"That was the plan."
Within a minute, I could feel my toes curl and my back arch as I struggled not to moan or scream. I filled his foreskin with cum, watched as the fluid leaked out and dribbled to the ground. Soon the sensitivity was too great and I backed up. Charlie continued to pump his own shaft, and I watched as he too approached orgasm. He cum spurted out, semen landing on my own cock and balls. I rubbed it into my skin, and began to feel a second erection building, much sooner than I thought possible.
"Here, I've got some toilet paper. Wipe yourself off."
"Thanks, that was incredible. I feel like I'm 16 again, back in the high school locker room," I said. "We better get back. They might wonder where we've been."
We went back in different ways, and no one seemed to notice our return. The two college studs had their towels around their waist and were holding clothes over the fire to speed the drying process. It wasn't long before they dressed and took off in their boats, thankful for our help.
We managed to finish our day on the river with no one falling overboard. The outfitter got us safely back to our car, by which time we were ravenously hungry, tired and sore. There was a rush in the tent as everyone wanted out of his wetsuit as quickly as possible. I was worried that there would be cum stains or odor, but all was well. Five guys sweating all day in neoprene created quite a locker room type smell, so what's one more smell. It was strong and intoxicating at the same time. Sure enough, Curtis hadn't worn underwear, and his balls hung low from his body heat. He scratched them as if no one was with him. He put on sweat pants, again with no underwear. He clearly hung down his left leg, and it swung as he walked. I opted for no underwear and could see Charlie smile and wink at me. I could feel myself begin to harden again, and had to refocus my thoughts. A hot shower would have been ideal, but no such luck. The tent would be smelly tonight with 5 unclean bodies.
Dinner was marvelous. Nothing like cooking and eating outdoors when you're really hungry. We sat in lawn chairs around the campfire, and somehow the conversation turned raunchy, fairly typical of a group of guys with no one around to criticize or judge. A few dirty jokes, put downs about size and sexual prowess, and then Tom's 'big one' became the central topic.
"Hey Tom, is that a custom order wetsuit to fit the monster?" someone asked.
"Oh, come on guys. I'm not that big. It ain't easy getting stared at all the time," Tom replied.
"Poor guy. Nobody ever looks him in the eye," I joked.
Charlie piped in at this point "Does it have a name?"
"Well, now that you asked, my wife calls him Junior, but I call him my best friend. We've had some happy times together."
We all laughed, and we each shared our pet names for our most private asset. It was time for bed, and as I headed for the tent, Charlie suggested a walk to the bathroom. A tree would have worked for me, but something in his eyes said this walk would be fun. We managed to get away with a flashlight and no tag-alongs. We stood beside each other and pissed in unison. A few shakes later and we were out the door. Instead of heading back, Charlie suggested a detour through the woods, and suddenly it sounded like fun. We got far enough away from the campground to be alone. I first noticed how bright the stars were.
"Can you believe we were talking about Tom's cock?" Charlie asked.
"That was pretty bizarre, but this is my first time. Is this typical?"
"Pretty much so. It's usually pretty tame, a few dirty jokes, you know...guy stuff."
"That trick you did in the woods was pretty fun 'guy stuff'" I replied.
"Yes, I enjoyed it too, obviously."
"Have you done that before?" I asked.
"A couple of times. Some guys can't get enough of foreskin."
"I guess I fall in that category."
"We don't have much time before they notice we're gone. Don't want to be rude, but..."
I dropped to my knees and tugged his sweat suit down to his knees. His underwear was next, and I was looking eye to eye at his growing cock. Using my hands, I stroked him and pulled the skin back. In seconds he was fully hard. I hesitantly moved closer and sniffed him first. There was a strong masculine aroma and I had second thoughts. He seemed so eager and needy that I jumped ahead and took him in my mouth. I stopped at the head, but used lost of saliva to moisten and lubricate. My hands were busy pumping the shaft and exploring his balls and butt. He was soon breathing hard, and I continued to pump until I knew he was about to shoot. I haven't had cum in my mouth since college, but decided to go for the whole load. Sure enough, Charlie came right on my tongue and I took it all down. He stopped pumping, and all too soon he was done.
Charlie was pretty aggressive about getting my cock into his mouth. No extra words or smooth talking, just that sudden engulfing of my cock into his hot mouth. I grew instantly and he had to use his hand to facilitate quick action. He toyed with the tip, circling the edge and probing the slit. It had been years since I had been sucked like this, and I could feel my juices build. He sensed my closeness, and withdrew his mouth, only to bathe my balls in his warm mouth. He took them separately and swirled his tongue around them. I spread my legs to give him more room, and his finger instantly found my ass. Just being touched there was new and unusual. He returned to my erection, and in seconds had me at the edge again, but this time did not stop. I could feel him suck the life out of me, but didn't care as I shot into his mouth. He didn't miss a drop as he sucked until I was too sensitive for him to continue.
It was unusual that we didn't even speak as I pulled my pants up, and we walked back to the campsite. The others were already in bed, but still talking.
"Where did you guys disappear to?" someone asked.
"We stopped and looked at the stars. They are incredible out here, away from the city lights?"
"I thought maybe you were in the woods jacking off," Tom replied.
"Well, that's a mature comment." Charlie responded, rather curtly in my opinion.
"Me thinks he doth protest too much," Tom said, with a sarcastic tone.
"I think you're just jealous. This is just like high school all over again. What I'm doing is none of your business," Charlie replied.
"Jealous of what? If memory serves me correctly, you were always pretty interested in what was going on in the locker room."
"You think just because you got the biggest prick that everyone is interested in it. It don't make you a bigger man" Charlie argued.
"It made me a pretty big man when you were on your knees sucking it!" Tom taunted, and Charlie responded with a flying leap across the sleeping bags to tackle him, almost ripping a hole in the side of the tent. Tom was only wearing underwear, and that seems to be ripped off first. There was enough light to see that Tom was becoming aroused the more they wrestled, and finally he got Charlie in a hold, lying flat on the ground, arms pulled up behind his back. Tom's erection was tightly pressed against Charlie's ass, only covered in sweat pants.
"You know you still want it. Beg for it," Tom barked.
Curtis, who sat quietly aside until now, yelled "Cut it out guys. That stuff is all behind us. Long forgotten."
"One cock sucker helping the other." Tom said.
"Hey, that's not cool. Jason doesn't need to hear about this."
And boy was I listening. The tension was thick, but it was also very sexual, and I was becoming aroused. Tom still held Charlie, creating obvious pain and anguish.
"Oh, I'm sure he's already been introduced. I saw both of them head off to the woods at lunch today. Tell us Jason, Charlie make a move on you?"
"None your damn business" I yelled, while I tackled Tom off Charlie's back. Dean and Curtis tried to pull us apart, but in the end, all five of us were writhing around on the floor. At one point I felt Tom's erection on my backside. Then someone pulled off my sweats, and I was naked from the waist down. I heard some fabric rip, and knew the object had moved from humiliation to sexual play. I felt another hard cock, and I turned and saw that it was Curtis trying to top Charlie. It moved quickly past my face, and I could smell the masculine sent of sweat and sex. In the next second, I felt a hand grab my erection and begin to pump. Another hand roughly grabbed my testicles and gave a tug. Curtis was still almost of top, and I reached for his erection and took it to my mouth. From somewhere I saw hands separate Curtis' legs and feel his testicles from behind. A mouth replaced the hand on my cock, and it belonged to Dean. Curtis began to thrust his cock in my face. The sexual energy in the test became to powerful that no one could stop. I saw Tom enter Charlie's ass without condom or lubrication. His balls were soon banging against his ass from his brutal thrusts. My own orgasm was quickly upon me, but not before Curtis began to spew in my hungry mouth. Dean hungrily slurped down my own cum, and suddenly I couldn't move.
Tom was the last person upright, as he groaned and obviously filled Charlie's rectum with hot cum. Dean was furiously jacking off, no one having helped him. Seeing his need, I moved and engulfed him and began to piston my head. I could smell the strong odor of raw sex. I felt Dean's finger part my ass cheeks and find my hole. He pushed me down, and moved behind me, taking aim on my ass. He used his saliva to enter me with two fingers, and it was painful, but I wanted to be taken. I had good memories of being fucked, so I was able to relax and push against the pressure. He added a third finger, then he was pressing with his cock. I little more spit, and he was inside. I lowered my head to the floor and pressed against him as he took me, hard and fast. I could even feel as his balls pulled up, and new that new was close. He grabbed my hips and it felt like he was about to split me in two. I actually felt the warm rush of fluids as he came, even the sound of his thrust took on a more squishy sound. After he pulled out, I slumped to the floor, trying to catch my breath.
"Well, that takes me back a few years," Tom said, interrupting the quiet.
"Me too" Curtis replied.
"I can't believe we just did that," Dean moaned. "We promised it wouldn't happen again."
"Why fight it" Charlie replied "we obviously all enjoyed it. Let's just keep this between us. Like we've done since high school. No one else has to know. Right Jason?"
All I could muster at that point was "Yes, I'm not telling anyone."
We all nodded in agreement. After two powerful orgasms in quick succession, I suddenly needed sleep more than anything. Quietly, we each returned to our own bags, too exhausted to speak. I slept more soundly than I had in years. The next morning, all had returned to normal, including Dean's morning woody. I think I'm gonna love my new group of friends.
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