It turned out he was George, an old pal of Bill's, and he didn't seem a bit surprised to see what we were doing. He poured himself, Bill and me a drin... and then took off his jock strap. I was sitting on the edge of the bed by then, sipping at my drink, which was starting to make me a bit woozy. George sidled up to me and invited me to examine his cock. It was even larger than Coach Bill's, hard as could be, and invitingly beautiful to my young eyes. I took it in my right hand, using my left. He did think about giving her a crafty fumble, but as she was asleep he thought that would be unethical. Instead, he touched her shoulder and woke her gently. “Ummm… hello, I think you got the wrong house,” he said. Danielle woke with a start. At first, she wondered where she was and then remembered the forest and the beer. “Oh…erm..yes, sorry,” she said. “It’s OK, are you all right?” Asked Buz. “Yes, I got lost and I was going to ask directions and then I got thirsty.” Buz couldn’t help but. His gaze still locked on mine, he reached into the waistband with his thumbs to pull the elastic away from himself, so it would clear his erection, and he began to pull them down. As they lowered, his dick came into view. It pointed almost straight up, probably about six-inches long and just about big enough to wrap my hands around (or so I imagined) and looked almost painfully hard. He had to bend to pull off his jeans and underwear, so we lost eye contact for a moment and I was able to. I was cold and tired, but my mind felt good. The energy release and time to think were refreshing. After a hot shower, sleep came easy.In the morning, Chuck was gone, and Shawna apologized for the incident in the living room. To ease her concerns, I told her not to worry about it. I asked about the holidays, and she told me that she was heading home for a couple of days to see her parents. When I called Sophie, she told me that this year, she was going to visit her brother in Texas. I knew that.