As every one got out of the pool in their speedos which were red in the front and white in the back, team colors, Patrick approached me. I had been sw...mming myself because I was on the team as well as being a manager. I was 5’ 10” with a muscular build, firm pecs and abs, strong legs, big biceps, blond hair, a tan everywhere except under my speedo. Patrick had the same swimmer’s type build as I did only with brown hair. He asked me if I could look at his thighs because they were giving him some. “What is that?” I asked not sure of what she was thinking.“Well the problem is,” she said, “Either I tell Dad what you been doing or if you don’t want Dad to know, then you have masturbate for me.”It did not take me long to think about that and said to her, “what do you want me to do?”“Well for starters,” She said. “How about taking my panties away from your cock so I can see it.” I looked at her as she came into my room and sat down at the edge of the bed beside me. “Well, are you going too?”I. This was an opportunity to foist the book on a naïve tourist. I did not disabuse him of his preconception."Real skin," the bookseller whispered conspiratorially as he stood beside me."You don't say," I replied blandly. "Whose skin?"He gave me a dark look and shrugged, making a move to take the book back. I moved it out of his reach and held on to it."What language is this?" I asked innocently. He shrugged his shoulders and again tried to take the book back. Apparently my flippant approach put. The buffering was murder, after a few minutes I gave up. Apologizing again I looked at him he had a bulge forming down his thigh. He reaches over to me as I touch his cheek. His chin feels like fine grade sandpaper. He leans in and kisses me gently on the lips. I kiss back, undoing his button and zipper to find no underwear just 7 inches of firming penis. before I can take it out he says "I want to see it" and undoes my belt and jeans and takes out my 6 inches. I asked him "why did you make.