Exiting the tent I see one of the quads sitting near by. Pointing at it, and glancing over at Blankinship, he replies “ya—there's only 5 out ridin... right now. I walk near by him, heading for the quad, and he exclaims—kinda loudly actually, “God damm homie you stink”!. I just flash him a grin, remembering why, and reply “ya”.Riding up to the bath house and entering, it's already full of steam. Excellent. There are three others in there, none of them our b o y s. Quickly sudsing up the crack, I. I was sitting next to him in the driver's seat and I said, "Oh god, I really want to fuck you."He smiled at me and said "Why don't you? Just drive around the corner."So I drove around the corner and put the car under a tree, in a nice and dark spot, and I fucked him long and hard. Car sex is awkward at the best of times; he sat on the passenger seat and I rode him as the windows fogged up and I tried to find somewhere better to put my foot than the centre console.But that's another story.I went. Three miles from lake Erie, its claim to fame were wineries and summer resorts. Wandering in his yard Gene wondered how many times he’d walked the same path. A two-acre lot with a nice house was a home not often found in the city. He and she bought the land long ago. What a scary adventure it was for the two of them, signing the twenty-year mortgage on the dotted line to build their new home. This was the only house they ever owned. Now thirty years later, the mortgage long paid off, his castle. " I shrugged. "Kinda like salty glue." What?" Dave laughed and so did I, but it was true."It was gross," I said truthfully. "Probably if it was like hot or whatever? Yeah, it would have been okay ... But mostly it was kinda cold." A big cup of cold sperm!" Josh snorted. "I'm glad they didn't make me drink that stuff." I woulda puked," Dave agreed."It looked good though," Kyle said and I rolled my eyes at him. "I mean, like how you could tell one guy's cum from another one's." Yeah," I nodded..