I scooched over in the bed and he spooned against me. His hand reached back and put the tip of my cock against his hole. No question about that invita...ion! But as started to push in, Émile gave a little gasp. I stopped, but his hands found my hips and pulled me back in. Whatever the sensation he was getting was something he wanted. For me, the experience was just short of heaven. This was a passage that was tight, but open. I eased back a couple of times, but after each I pushed in more. Each. Creedence Clearwater Revival blared from a portable Panasonic eight-track player. The smell of hot dogs and burgers on the grill mingled with the salty air. Kate walked around in her new white two-piece bathing suit showing off her shapely legs and thighs. Her breasts strained against her bathing suit top. The flames shooting up from the grill were not the only thing hot that day.As the day wore on, the heat and the beer seemed to be taking their toll on the adults. Kate's sisters were nowhere. But he teased: he placed his lips over the top of mine and breathed into me, he didn’t kiss me. I tried to kiss him, but he withdrew – he was a master, perhaps the master. I had to play his game, he was only going to give as much of himself to me as he wanted, so we were playing by his rules. I was happy to do that, so long as his game increased in pace soon. I had a fever burning between my legs and a fire inside my chest. I needed him, and I needed release. He played with my lips, running. “It says...uh… su to ri pu…?” Jimmy knew that he should have paid more attention in his Japanese class but still retained a passable knowledge of katakana.“Very good genius,” said Mike. “In other words, Strip.”Jimmy felt that he should have known it would be some kind of sex game that had his friend all excited. It was about 80% of what Mike talked about. He could almost feel his friend’s heavy breathing on the back of his neck.“Man, back the fuck up creep.”Jimmy shoved Mike backwards; he had.