We made love on the desk, the chair, and the couch with me releasing the ‘you will be completely satisfied’ pheromones the entire time. Tough wor... but someone has to do it. I try to pay close attention to details and make sure everything was perfect. As you know, the ranch is in a ski town. I hired the chef from one of the more expensive tourist restaurants in town to cook for the weekend. Tee, Christine and Kate would be around on Saturday to help close the deal. I gave them each a large. We bought new outfits and little bikinis; we were hot. Not bragging, just the truth. We were sure we'd meet lots of cute guys, and they'd be hanging all over us. We were ready for whatever – hopefully involving hooking up with some good-looking guys! Somehow, for the whole trip, it just didn't work out that way, guy-wise, anyway. We had a good time – beautiful water, lying on the beaches, great food, hitting the clubs at night. We drank too much, but what the fuck, it was spring break! There. His thighs were not too hairy and not too smooth, just perfect round cylinders of flesh that I desperately wanted to have sex with. His torso was huge, bulky with the mild lines of a sixpack-to-be showing through. A treasure trail led down from his belly button to a bush of pubic hair from which his long cock grew out of. The slightest hint of hair grew between his pecs, shining benignly in the candlelight. Slowly, he walked to me, and I could see his eyes looking up and down my body with that. I met Rod in an alley next to where he lived at 10:30pm (his wife normally went to bed around 10pm). I told my wife I was going to the store, which was not a lie, since I was going to the store right afterward. As soon as I saw Rod in the alley, at the place we had arranged to meet, without saying a word I walked up to him, dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants, and took out his sweet cock and began sucking him. His dick was thick even flaccid, but it soon became erect, and it just kept.