Our wet bodies pressed against one another and I wasn't quite sure how to respond. My arms slowly left my side and I half-heartedly patted the small o... his back. I had never imagined myself hugging, kissing or cuddling with another guy. To me, the thought of being with another guy was all about the cock. It was the power, the firmness, the physicality, the rawness of being a guy. Hugging and cuddling were too feminine. Then he spoke without breaking his embrace. "Jay, it's so cool that guys can. Sometimes, I think this is just to brag in front of others.I make my way to the back of the library. There is almost no light in here. Good thing I brought my flashlight.Since there is no point in standing around, I dive into the books, picking out random ones, judging them by title and cover and ultimately throwing them all out.'The encyclopedia of reptiles'. Boring.'Sports in history. A chronicle of 4000 years'. Yeah right. Who cares.'How the forefathers came to power'. That book looks like. When my children were old enough to understand their true meaning, I’d also teach them this valuable lesson.I had decided to keep the honeymoon a surprise from Ilse. She had put me in charge of the honeymoon, while she took care of our wedding. I canceled the hotel bookings I had made for Texel and I put the money back in our savings account. We could probably use the money for something else that came up as life was expensive enough as it was.With my concerns for the honeymoon taken care of, I. I also noticed, or I thought I did, a change in the mood of Martina and Paul. Martina sat close to me on the couch and whilst talking touched my leg a few times. Paul noticed and smiled at me, seemingly ok with Martina’s little flirts to me. I felt a bit unsure about the whole situation, I was a little drunk, horny and could easily misread the atmosphere. I did not want to evening to end badly, so decided to take the safe way out and told them it was time to go. Martina immediately objected.