I slipped around the corner, saw a shitload of towelheads and ducked back behind the corner. When Sam stopped firing, I pied the corner again and the ...owelheads were gone.I beat feet toward the hospital and yelled, “Friendly in coming.”Sam was really putting his chopper through a workout as he started to fire in some other areas. I reached the door to the hospital without getting shot by a Marine, the doors flew open, and I dove inside as some rounds peppered the building.George picked me up. We set off on a 20 minute drive to the beach we decided on. During the drive I put my hand on his lap, massaging his cock making him hard. After arriving at the beach. There were a few people already there swimming and tanning. We set off on our walk, carrying a bag with towels and water in it.Walking for about an hour we reach rocks which was blocking our path further. We had to climb over them, and once on the other side it was peace and quiet and not a soul in sight. We took the towel out. Tim has no idea where to put his hands, so he just uses them to cling to the back of his thighs to hold them apart.His cock is acting strangely too. He feels like his balls are filling, but his shaft is still dormant. Then it suddenly perks up only to relax again. The wave after wave of mindboggling sensations is washing over him.There is a whine coming from his lips, sounding like a puppy when it gets its belly rubbed. This is such a unique feeling. Tim does not want it to end. And Abbie. ."! I hissed, "Well keep it your fuckin' self, eh? Don't get telling your friends about it"! It was unrealistic of me to expect, of course? The next day as I walked through the corridors at college, a group of girls called out "eeh - orr - hey donkey dick..." she couldn't wait to blab, the fucking bitch, and so less than a week later, her friends had come round to our house when our parents were out so that they could look at my cock - they didn't quite believe Lucy. She had £5 off each of.