" "You and Grandpa built this?" Dean "Yup." "When?" Dean "2 years ago, when I visited here." "Why would you come here to build a treehouse, don't you ...ave some college girls to screw?" Dean "Yeah, well I needed some time alone from college girls and I thought to myself where would no one suspect where I would go for spring break, and ta-da, right here." I just looked at him, boy he's not that kind of brother I thought he was, I guess he really had a different side as well, not just screwing. "I thought I would be mowing her lawn and that things could or would happen, but I saw her mowing it herself and figured she did not want to get involved with me. It was probably just a nice time between us that was not meant to happen again. Ships passing in the nightFive years laterI had found work here and there, the economy took a dump and people were being laid off by the hundreds. By the time I turned twenty six the economy turned on a dime and there were a lot more jobs out there.I. Mr. Richards, standing in his bare feet, unbuttoned his trousers and belt and deliberately bent at the waist and lowered his jeans to his ankles. He stood back up and repeated the procedure lowering his white boxers to mid thigh. His flaccid, perfectly circumcised hose length member hung long and thick from his hairy groin. In contrast, his scrotal sac was shaved smooth and was filled with large egg sized gonads, hanging low between his thighs. As I rolled my stool in front of him, his genitals. I was familiar with the warm feeling of a live shaft of flesh and blood in the palm of my hand with my fingers wrapped around it, and of course, the sensation of warm goo pouring onto your fist from above. I had repeatedly jerked off one of the guys in my class in the boys’ room and I had felt a weird sense of accomplishment when he would shoot his load into the urinal. He’s intends to fuck me. I guess I kind of laughed when he made that statement. I also got a swarm of butterflies in my.