Colin looked up for the final 'go ahead'. "Do it!" Stephen yelled. Colin began to fuck him, just like he had dreamed he would for weeks, shallow at fi...st to let Stephen get used to his girth. Then he began to take long, deep lunges into Stephen, his balls slapping against his firm rear. He increased the tempo, and the intensity, until Stephen was gasping for breath. Colin fucked him mercilessly, to no complaints. Stephen begged for more, harder, faster, and wanked himself, releasing another. Each time, the image of Chad's eyes would flash before me and I would turn around and keep walking. The night air was wonderfully refreshing. The sounds of the wildlife and the cool breeze were intoxicating to me. It was a beautiful night to walk and think.I thought of the wonderful years that we had enjoyed early on. We were so much in love. At times, we were so absorbed in each other that we would let other things fall by the wayside. There was the time that I was caught in a rip tide while. I found myself walking with my knees together so my thighs would press my pussy lips together and they would rub and tug on my clit. I quit that because it was just making things worse. My clit had pushed its way out of its hood and was waving in the air like it was looking for something to stimulate it. Bud's instructions notwithstanding, if I tried to wear panties in this condition, I would probably cum in a matter of seconds.I had to be very careful in the shower. It was very tempting to let. In those early days, nothing much more than a bare shoulder or a rounded knee or a glimpse of a bosom was adequate, in fact all that was required, for Dick to swell to his full size. These were days when Dick was most inordinately proud of himself and even potentially exhibitionist, but there was nobody with whom he could share his magnificence. The moments of maximum engorgement never lasted long until, like a hothouse Hulk in a rage, he exploded in a cascade of sticky warm secretions, viscous.