Kenny’s family was rich and lived in a glamorous house in a wealthy neighborhood. And his parents loved to entertain, throwing on extravagant dinner...parties with delectable food, fancy wine, and fun conversation. Despite have wealth, Kenny didn’t have many friends. He was terribly shy, a loner, and certainly not great with the girls. Sure he had girlfriends, but it never lasted and he remained a virgin. Kenny wasn’t handsome, he wasn’t smart, he wasn’t funny, he wasn’t tall. He stood just. Oh, yes..." We'll do this in France too, won't we?" My right hand joined in with feather-like landings. "And more?" Mmmm. Much more." Kiss me while I make you come." Only the thinnest of glazes slid between Ray's stiffness and my determined, repetitive grasp.Ray silenced me before I could finish speaking, both of us beyond the point of caring how it looked.My pulse fluttered in double time with our darting tongues as the kiss deepened into a dream of sightless exploration and tactile surprises.. I thought he must be feeling pretty good, and I liked giving him that feeling, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my first view of his entire cock, knot and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to look and to touch. He was jetting out spurts of liquid now. Some of it splashed his chest fur, and some of it went on the ground. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him squirt for a long time. I knew I wasn’t doing. Claire and I stretched first, and then she started her arm curls using the free weights. She didn’t like the way the flab underneath her upper arms flapped, so I gave her some ‘easy to handle’ exercise. She liked the outfits she got to wear as much as anything else.I went through my pull-downs, in front of my face and behind my head, some leg curls with resistance, and ending with the leg press machine.I heard a voice, “Charles - help me, please?”Claire had walked up to a dipping bar, so I got.