I glanced around me to check that nobody was looking directly at me and yanked my jeans down to my knees. "Hmmm...Substantial," she remarked, presuma...ly referring to the bulge in my jockstrap, which I had started wearing regularly since I had discovered my gay side. I grinned at her mischievously, pulled her skirt up and walked away towards the toilets. I stepped into the toilets corridor laughing and was pushed from behind. Concerned that I had crossed the line, I looked back, only to see. " She heard a soft whomp whomp sound as she tugged her shirt over her head. Wyatt took the garment from her hand and stuffed it into his back. The rest of her clothes followed in short order."You have a great ass."Cerie snapped upright."Calm down, I've seen you naked already."With her clothes tucked into his bag Wyatt led her around the far end of the line of trees. Cerie froze in her tracks. Two well lit tennis courts were in front of her. Couples in tidy white outfits hit bright yellow balls. I saw him fidgeting and looked down at his lap and noticed a big bulge. He saw me look and his face turned red. The bikini top was still held in place by the clasp around my back. I moved my hands down and made it look like I was going to pull down my bikini bottoms. I watched Tom as he continued to fidget even more. When I looked at his bulge I suddenly knew why. His cock was trying to rise to the occasion, but it was trapped by his shorts and was growing down his leg. He was obviously. The foam was stirred up to a nine inches towering, solid mass of tiny bubbles. Their popping was the almost imperceptible sound that was only perceptible because of the deep silence. A baritone opera singer came on with something dramatic about life and death resolved in a plush, velvet covered opera theater. Amanda had lowered herself into the water, so that only her nose peaked out. The warm embrace covered her mouth, cheeks, and eyes. Despite the precarious hold on breathing, she was not.