“Did Ron know about him?”Ron found out right away; I had to ask him to make sure he wouldn’t get too jealous. I didn’t want to get my ass beat...over a strange cock!“How did it work out for all?”You remember we went riding a lot and camping (it seemed) all of the time? sleeping out in the barn? Went swimming a lot out at ‘Forty-Foot’? (a place that was hard to get to and VERY secluded). Ron was around for some of that; especially the camping trips. You didn’t notice that I was pretty tired and. But, still he abstained."No, my precious," he breathed against my ear; then gently stabbing his tongue into the center of it."Not yet. I will fill you when I know you're ready." His low rumbled whisper, sent chills chasing each other as they raced along my spine; pooling their chase within my love tunnel.He then leaned across my quivering belly, and I felt his hot breath in the hairs of my Mound of Venus. He inhaled deeply of the musky aroma, and I soon felt his fingers open the lips that hid. We sat there for a couple seconds just treading water, until you asked, “Want to race?” “Sure, I’ll try not to beat you too bad.” I cracked a little smile and we swam to the edge of the pool. Once we reached the edge, you said, “Okay, on the count of 3, 1…2...3” You darted off, so I caught up, grabbed your smooth leg and pulled you back so I could get ahead. Once I was almost to the other side, you grabbed my shoulders and jumped on my back to slow me down. As it did slow me down, I still. Just thinking about him had made my cock rock hard. I thought about what Rick told me about when her was younger. Rick had strict conservative and religious parents who never discussed sex and thought straight sex outside marriage was disgusting. In his teens Ricks, like all boys, could only think of sex and, of course, had started wanking. He found rather than thinking of the girls at school or female celebrities he thought of the boys and male celebrities and some of his father’s friends. He.