When nothing was biting, we’d often give up on the fishing and laze in the sun chatting. Stan was knowledgeable about events going on in the world a...d his schoolwork but very naïve about himself, ill-informed on the why’s and wherefores of the physical changes he was going through. Puberty and sexuality were taboo subjects and never discussed by adults, so most kids were in the dark and reliant on playground gossip for information.Out of the blue one day, Stan asked, “have you ever kissed a. At first he could only get his head in even though he was, like the guy underneath me, rock, rock hard.I relaxed even more and leaned forward because I so wanted to feel two guys in me at once.After a little time and effort he was in. I stopped riding the guy below and they both took to thrusting themselves into me. I could feel my hole being stretched in ways it had never been stretched before.I thought this was as good a feeling as it gets until they started pumping into me alternately, and. There was a very comfortable looking den, with overstuffed, leather sofa, loveseat and matching recliners. The TV was humongous and it was one of the new theater quality sets.Tommy must have been reluctant to take over the master bedroom. It was clearly unused and maybe a bit of a memorial to his family. That’s where I decided to settle. The bed was new enough to be very comfortable, memory foam, and felt like a glove holding me when I tested it. The master closets were huge, as was the master. Only a couple of logs wouldn’t split, and only a few split untidily. I began to wish I’d thought to split them earlier, before we had struggled to get them all up to the platform.Now that I had planks instead of round logs, I had to rethink how I would build the house. I didn’t have nails, but I had borrowed the auger from the farm so I could make holes. I could use short stakes to join the rows together. Would I make the walls from solid timber, perhaps four inches thick, or would I now build.