My dick was against her ass, I still remember that feeling even today and I close my eyes every time I think about it. I heard the door slam and I qui...kly let go off the hug. I knew I had locked the door after I let my maid in and then realised who it might have been. I told my maid that I had forgotten to close the door after I let her in. She asked me to close it as someone might enter at an inappropriate time and winked at me. I was drinking coffee in my room. She walked into my room with a. " “Ah thanks Steve. It was mine last week.” “Oh you never said!” “I know, sorry,” I said, feeling guilty not inviting him to my drinks do. “I would of got you a card.” “Would have, Steve!” He looked at me reproachfully, but his cute face returned shortly. “Anyway, you are welcome to join me and the guys,” he said. “I don’t think so, but thanks anyway,” I said, trying not to sound ungrateful. I looked at his blonde hair and my eyes wandered around his body. As they did, a naughty thought. That had no impact on the older teens saying it was only fair and similar peer pressure tactics. Some other guys around their age surrounded us. One guy tried to rip my bikini bottom off me and it scared the hell out of me. My martial arts training kicked in, but not before all the girls on the beach with me were naked, our bikinis nowhere in sight. I managed to hit a few in the nuts hard enough to put them on the ground, out of action for a little while at least. Two of the older girls managed. ” He blinked rapidly. “Sorry, I was just...” He rubbed both sides of his face. “I was hoping I was the first,” he said, wincing.“You are, in a way,” Peter said softly. “The first that asked, anyway. I’m glad you asked, Zack.”Zack smiled, self-consciously. He gazed around the room. He’d never noticed before how much glass there was in the family room. He felt horribly exposed. At the same time, imagining Peter on his knees before the open windows gave him an aching hardon.“When was the first.