Paul only had to do better than ‘1’. That was doable, she felt.Bert exchanged the rifle for the beer that Paul had been minding for him. He downed...the last few ounces in a single gulp, then lumbered over to the target range to restore the two fallen bottles and replace the busted one with the one he’d just emptied. By some miracle, he managed to stand amidst all those glass shards he’d created without lancing his foot.He left the targeting area and walked right past the ‘spectator zone’ from. But (as far as Nacho knew) neither had ever had sex with a man. Perhaps most surprisingly, Nacho himself had enjoyed Rocco's manly handling of his tool more than any handjob he could remember. Maybe it was the taboo, but the anticipation of his cock being in Rocco's mouth had been too much to handle. And now, all he could think about was how sexy the Italian was. Both men felt that they were just getting started, and Rocco began to undress. He tossed his T-shirt aside, slipped down his shorts. To say that I surprised him could hardly be an exaggeration. He even jumped a bit while turning around. He recognized me, and suddenly got red in the face, and started to cover up his penis. It was surprisingly long at the moment, not like when I once saw him in the shower, and he had one hand wrapped all around the penis. With his other hand, he reached up and took his headphones out."Aisa," he said hoarsely. I didn't say anything. He moved a step closer to me. "Wait," he said. I did. Jude discovered that I had something of an erection. Who wouldn't? But instead of ignoring it she slid her hand along the length of it, and then reported in to Billie, who decided she needed to have a stroke as well. I squeezed her nipples in return.I'm not sure if what they say about sex in cold water is true or not. The situation was a little strange. It was late. We'd all had a few beers. Billie and Jude, if I hadn't misunderstood, were lovers. I was confused. In any case, it never went.