We stumbled to the bed and I was on top of him, getting the remainder of his clothes off. He smelled good, the scent of Old Spice, which I like, waft...d to my nose. I inhaled his scent and nuzzled his neck, a bit of scruff rubbing my cheek. I kissed down his body, he was nicely hung too, and I wanted fucking yummy cock in me, soon!We did things to each other with our mouths, he was as good as many of my girlfriends and when I finally mounted him, I used every trick in the book to get a great. “God, Boy, if you only knew what you do to me.”“You’re doing it to me, too.”“Can I tell you something?” she said. He nodded. “Today, after I left you, I was all mixed up. As soon as I left you, I was sorry I did. Then I wasn’t sorry. I went back and forth. I was all keyed up. So I went to the gym to exercise, you know, work it off. I rode a bike harder than I ever had before. I rode for almost an hour, trying to make up my mind, thinking about you. About kissing you, and about what we did in. "I was 25, and I had three names. Fuck. No wonder I started drinking.That's not completely fair. I started drinking long before I had three names. You can't spend time around actors and not drink. It's part of the scenery. It's one of your props. A bottle of champagne on opening night, frozen cocktails at cast parties after the show closes, beer in the dressing room after rehearsals, wine during casting meetings. It was inevitable.There are two groups of theatre people who don't drink: children. He seemed nervous and was acting very awkwardly, which surprised me as me and Mike had camped several times before over the years.After a hard day of walking, we were both sweaty and so I suggested that after we had lit a fire that we go wash in the lake. Part of me thought that Mike looked really hot was sweat running down his face and I had had to try really hard not to wipe it off his brow myself, I consoled myself with the thought of Mike washing in the lake to keep me going instead.We put.