After I had caressed every square inch of his abs, I knew it was time to move lower. Dressed appropriately for track, Collin had on short red running ...horts. My mouth followed his lovely, thick treasure trail on down to the waist of his red shorts, and then in one sharp motion I yanked them to the floor. What I saw turned me hard as steel: Collin was wearing skimpy black Calvin Klein briefs under his shorts. The bulge I saw impressed me, and I gave it a lick before glancing over towards Mike. Hell, what else could I do? The Comanches were milling around on their horses occasionally taking a shot at me, but it seemed like most of them were waiting around for instructions. Finally, this real dignified looking guy rode in, and he's wearing all kinds of fancy beadwork on his chest and back. He raised his arm, and there was a sudden quiet. Hell, I even quit shooting, just waiting to see what was about to happen, because, sure as hell, something was about to pop!He dropped his arm, and. For the next two songs we danced slowly in a loving embrace. I could feel my dick rising again. More importantly I could feel his manhood return the message. We decided to sit down and talk. We found a quiet seated area and before we knew it we were kissing again. He began to kiss my neck and as before I could feel my dick almost explode. I sat on his lap and kissed him then moved his lips back my neck. He started to feel my ass. My panties were now visible. Luckily there was only one gay. "The first time was easy -- easy on you, I mean;doing such a complex working on so many men when I was as hung over as Iwas that day was one of the hardest things I've ever done. The secondone wore you out more partly because your bodies had gotten to depend onthe water for support, and partly because the second transformation hadto fight, so to speak, with the magic from the first one lingering inyour flesh and bones. Ideally I'd have waited six or eight months beforetransforming you again --.