James Gatz, like my own father, had a mansion right on the beach. Ifought off the temptation to hate him before I even met him; it wasn'teasy. A tall,...lean, somber gentleman in his mid-forties (I'd guess)greeted me at the front door. At first I thought he was a servant, then Irealized that a servant would never be dressed as he was. A pair ofragged cutoffs and a well worn polo shirt completed the picture. He madea feeble attempt to smile at me when I introduced myself. "I don't thinkthis is the. What do you say in that situation? I said nothing and simply held his hand and placed it on my cock. "Wow, your's is nice!" he said. I replied "Do you wanna try it?". "What, sex?" Cormac asked. I nodded and he jumped out of his seat and ran upstairs. I hurriedly followed him up to his bedroom."Okay, so we get naked?" Cormac asked and I explained the basic principals behind gay sex. I stripped down to my briefs and lay on Cormac's bed. I watched him as he slipped off his shirt and pants and I. I felt small and vulnerable sitting on my wicker fishing basket while this half-naked girl-woman towered over me. She was standing practically on top of me, my head at the height of her crotch. I had to look up past her taught tummy and her budding breasts - pointing outwards perpendicular to my gaze - in order to see her smiling down at me. For a second I thought I was going to fall over, but I managed to gain my composure. “Sure,” I said, “What about Sarah?” “She says it’s too cold.” Katie. I realised that the boys were now standing up and taking their clothes off while keeping one foot only on Rosa’s outstretched limbs. She was not really being held down any more and she seemed to have stopped struggling.Rob groaned and pulled his cock out and a long stream of spunk spurted out from the end of his cock, splattering over Rosa’s breasts and stomach. Another spurt, another white line of semen, then another. Rob plunged his cock back in for a last fuck then pulled out and stood.