“OK,” I told him. “About a dozen different guys at parties playing games. And, there’s the camping trips with Josh, who’s the gay guy. And�...” I hesitated. “Spit it out, it’s a load of cum.” I liked it when he talked dirty. “Well, there’s the time Tim, my best friend, came over to stay here when my Mom was in jail for a week. It just happened. And then happened again. And again and again.” I wasn’t Catholic, but this sure sounded like a confessional. “So, what do you think is going to happen. I knew that I was responsible for most of it, too. I was the one who was too angry to talk. I didn't even move across the seat when he looked over at me, seeming apologetic. Seth seemed more than a little disappointed about that.He wasn't taking me home, though. He turned in the opposite direction. He was taking me with him, like I wanted. Seth and I were on our way to pick up Aaron, who happened to be wasted, and I was allowing it to happen while there was this horrible tension between us.I. The pressure on my hole was greater than ever before and it felt like, I dunno, wasn't mr behind or skinny Jimmy. Pop! A big Pop! I managed to let out a gutteral groan during the moment Bill was out of my throat (but not out of my mouth.) I couldn't see a thing since Bill's balls were slapping me in the forehead and I knew it had to be another person. His cock was definately bigger than either of the ones from before.I hear Bill say,"Leslie? Meet David. David? Leslie." "We let him go last. Hill had sand, I’ll give him that. He grinned and asked why they were trespassing on private property.“Last I heard, me and my brother had legal claim to this valley and all the gold in it. Where is Brad?” Zeke was smiling but it wasn’t reaching his eyes.“Yeah, about that. He sold this place to us saying he was sole owner. You could ask him I suppose, if you could find him. Last I saw of him he was headed for parts unknown with a gal and her kin.”“That a fact?”“Gospel truth.”They didn’t know.