"Ted, I've never ..." "Me either," he said quickly and looked up at me. "I know the guys think I'm a faggot but I've never been with a guy ... until ...ow." I stared into his eyes and he into mine and I couldn't believe it when I reached out and took his perfect smooth hard-on in my hand and squeezed. He shut his eyes and moaned the sound echoing in the shower room. I'd never been with anyone that was as sexually aroused as he obviously was. My own rock hard shaft couldn't belie my arousal. Jayne and Rolf. Jayne was a good-looking 22-year-old brunette, elegant and cultured, and desired by many a man in this small community. And none more so than Henk, a 25-year-old son of Swedish parents. The family had moved to England five years earlier and Henk felt almost English. He had mastered the language easily, had a good job in management with the same hotel and was popular, particularly with the girls, who wondered, as we all do about foreigners, if there was something different,. Nodding his head, Dan said, “That makes sense. I imagine that you’re always opening new places. I’m sure that with so many restaurants across the country that you always have to update the kitchens and replace existing equipment.”“That’s right,” she answered. She described the kinds of equipment that she was examining on this trip. Dan was familiar with all of the pieces since he had used them in the restaurant. She talked about how some of the equipment had grown in size over the past few. I envisioned building a nice shelter with a stone fire pit and some picnic tables. The clearing was large enough for a volleyball net and plenty of room for small tents if an overnight camp was planned.I felt a bit faint from the heat and humidity. I undid my chaps, pulled them off, along with the rest of my clothing, and stepped naked into the pool of water. Slowly edging my way along feeling with my feet the sandy smooth bottom of the pool, I sat down, dipping my head underwater. The water.