"That leads me to believe that more attacks will follow." I was thinking that we might find a place to bed down for the night nearby, but maybe we sho...ld put some distance between us and here," Tristan remarked and started down the road, not waiting for Graydon's answer.The two traveled until the setting sun made navigating the road difficult for Tristan and finally deciding to stop for the night. Tristan had found a small knoll just off the road that looked like it had been used as a stopping. “It’s a flautist,” a voice intoned from behind him.He turned to see someone he didn’t know standing with someone he knew casually.“A person who plays the flute is a called a flautist,” the young woman said when she saw the looks on the group’s faces. The look wasn’t because they didn’t know the term. They did but Phil was offering an inside joke to his friend, Scott, who in English class in 10th grade had mentioned that a flautist sounded more like someone who had gas than someone who played a. Today especially, we’ll be alone all day, and I want to spend ALL that time fucking. You’re going to teach me everything you know, and trust me, we are both going to enjoy it."Jason pulled the sheet back to show her his swollen cock. She started to look away, but then her eyes widened as she saw how big it was. A solid eight inches, bent slightly to one side, and thicker than anything she had ever had inside her before. No wonder she felt like she'd been stretched. It made sense if she had. WHAM!So here it was, all my sins and prejudices slamming me in the face. But it’s surprising how our mindset can alter when we find ourselves in a situation we had never imagined before.Gage wasn’t one of those macho guys that you’d have trouble believing was gay even after you’d been assured he was. But he also wasn’t someone you could spot from half a mile away.He was just a regular guy who sometimes would say a certain thing or in a certain way, or who would make a body movement that caught.