They’d sent me finished footage of me swinging over the frozen waterfall. I put in the DVD and turned on my TV. What they could do with computers no... was almost scary. My scene had seemed to be high up on the face of the cliff. It really wasn’t that bad, but the finished product looked like I was hundreds of feet off the ground. If that had been real I would never had done it. They loved the shot because you could see my face. If they’d had to use a stunt double they would have had to cut in my. He was also supposed to be a New Age healer offering massages. All the older boys said he was Gay and other not so nice words and they would all make fun of him. Funny thing is, how did they all know he was Gay if they hadn’t gone to see him? Of course that never dawned on me then.All I knew was I was young and was dying to have someone touch my cock, anyone. So horny, all day everyday. With the rumors of him giving “massages” where he touches your cock filling my thoughts. I planned out trying. “No, Sir!” A jock in basic white is the foundation of a geared up man. The clerk nodded in agreement. I pushed him toward the ‘changing room which was really a corner of the shop, and told him to take off his boxers and put on the jockstrap! He faced the corner, with a folding screen around him, but he was so big, it wasn’t hard to watch him strip, and frame his beautiful hairless ass in a jock strap and redress in jeans and boots. Before he walked away, I grabbed a neoprene c-ring and. It was risky, but I kept watching. I saw her washing herself all over, and began to feel ashamed. I still couldn't help, but to grab my cock, and stroke it through my pants.“Oh, Angie,” I whispered.Before I came, I chickened out, and went back to the couch. I never thought of her like that. Twenty minutes later, she came out in just a robe.“So, how was the shower?” I inquired.“Really good, I'm surprised I got out. You have a really good shower head,” she put on the record.“Thank you,” I replied.