I would come over to his house, we would go to his bedroom and I would suck his dick. I loved it! When we first started I was shy, but a few weeks i... I was hungry for his cock. It consumed my thoughts daily. I would think about the smell of his cock and how good it felt in my mouth I sucked him off. It took a concentrated effort not to run to his house after school. We did other stuff too, not just sex. We would go hang out with other friends and skateboard or play basketball, normal. After we cleaned up the dishes, and bitched about men some more, Erin and I got a couple of cold drinks, headed back outside, and lay down on the warm wooden deck, stomachs full, content with the world.We lay in silence for a while, taking sips from out drinks from time to time. After about twenty minutes, I propped myself up on one elbow, and turned to Erin."Hey, can I ask you something?" Of course, Hol. Anything." About last night?" Uh huh. Go for it." It's about Matt." That's not surprising.. The problem was an age difference. I was forty-one and Charlotte and Stacey were both thirty.The age difference was never a factor between Charlotte and I (and I never understood why) but when I was around Stacey or any of Char's other friends I felt way out of place. No common interests and no common experiences so conversation was difficult and I sensed that they would rather be talking to someone else just as I was wishing I was. But a party with music, dancing and some drinking shouldn't be. Such a lovely and natural environment to share on this God-given day. The wash of the light swell as it eased across the sand quietly added such a peaceful aural quality to our surroundings. Everything happens for a reason and I suppose that was true of our opportunity to share a few hours on this beach. Who knows what that reason might be or might yet reveal? Certainly not I. Perhaps neither of us was meant to know the reason. And regardless, that reason is not the subject of this.