Of course, I had guilt and worry about my feelings, but not enough to stop me from entertaining elaborate jerk off fantasies about him. My dad was 42 ...rs old dark, dark brown hair & blue eyes (just like me), 6'2", 200 lbs of mostly muscle (with a little around the middle). He had big broad shoulders, a hairy chest with big pecs, and great beefy legs. Oh yeah, and an ass that would make your mouth water. And it made mine water whenever I saw it. I checked him out on every occasion I could...but. So close with her arms bear hugging around me that I could smell a faint whiff of her armpits. Saying they were musky would be an exaggeration, I would still not mind licking them then and there so the smell was not bad at all, it was just there. It got me thinking that this broad had quite active glands, I'd keep her away from soft furnishings that don't take too kindly from female projectile ejectile such as velvet and the sort. back at my hotel room, I had a massive taste for real Japanese. It was gone. I looked at my skin just to make sure. There wasn’t even a scratch where an arrow had been buried just a few hours ago. I flexed my hand, and realized with a start that I could move it. Had everything been a dream? Yavara, Brock, Zander, Prestira… no; no, my flesh was bronze, and I felt the piece of man pressing between my thighs. I looked around the cave. It was oddly decorated for a wild dwelling, with pillows everywhere, silk drapes adoring the walls, and velvet rugs laying. I told Elena all about Chris, about our long-term friendship, how close we were, and how shy he was. When I suggested to her that, hopefully, she could help him with his shyness, she was agreeable that she’d try. Actually, she was eager to meet my friend.Chris drove to Corvallis after school that Friday, about a five-hour trip. It was almost ten o’clock by the time he finally arrived. Zach had gone home earlier, and I changed his bedding so Chris would have a clean place to sleep. I made it a.