He pulled his sunglasses out of the crook of his plain black t-shirt and shoved them on, blocking the sun’s glare, his bright blue eyes now hidden b...hind the dark lenses. His tan skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as he finished giving his men orders. Joseph dispatched his men to the heavily tinted black SUV that sat waiting in the circle drive. He paused before joining them, checking to make sure his cell was working and that had a good signal. He didn’t want to miss The Call when it. “How come I have not heard anything about all of these snakes before now?” I asked Malta. “Because you are nowhere near a water source where prey animals congregate to drink or feed. Our camp has its own water source, and while what you did you call it, ah yes, indoor plumbing? The indoor plumbing may have been just one of the main selling points of moving in your camp once we were here and not having to smell a bush or a trench, or filling in that trench, or having to dig a new trench. Before. Indeed it was. The school was awash with testosterone, as with most boys schools, and everything they did seemed to come down to dick. They constantly talked, taunted, played and paraded dick. Lessons were unbearable, particularly once they noticed his own sizeable fuckbulge in his pressed slacks. "Herr Hengst, how many women have you fucked?" a boy would ask when his back was turned, relishing the momentary anonymity. "Does it hurt them?" "Did you do something yourself to get that big?" . My ded didn't look bad, either, although he'd allowed a little silver to lighten the dark brown of his thick hair. It didn't take long for me to figure out that the folks had experienced something like a prolonged second honeymoon while I was gone. There was the constant spark of sex in the air, a tension that affected me in a way I would be reluctant to confess. After all my wild, world-spanning adventures, here I was back home, locking my bedroom door so that I could play with my cock. I.