Every metre along the way I was conscious of his body, of the slight spring in his step as he walked, of his thigh muscles clenchin’ and relaxin’....There was a thin trickle of sweat either side of his spine in the dip between the swell of his back muscles. I wanted to lick it, to follow it down his spine to his butt, to keep goin’ until I reached the sweet cleft of his arse and the hole within.I must have looked a bit dazed. “You OK, mate?” he asked, worried. When I took a moment or two to. "I thought that was why you were avoiding me." I’m not avoid--" Yes, you are." He stood close. I had to look up to see his face."Is there a reason you’re here, Michael?”"Because I'm very attracted to you.”I sighed."You knew that, though." He leaned into me and I thought he intended to kiss me. I whirled with indecision about whether or not to let him. But, he bypassed my mouth and his lips stopped at my ear. "I can’t bring myself to be subtle with you," he whispered. "I want to know what you. You'll give me a hand then? It's the last favor I'll ever ask, Tommy. Come on."Feeling a little as if he were promising candy to a starving child even when he knew there wouldn't be any to give, Tommy relented. "Okay, but don't blame me if it doesn't work out. I warned you." That's my old friend talking now," Fred exulted. "You don't have to do much. Just get us together alone. Let me think a minute. It's got to be a reason that will make sense to Linda; otherwise it won't work," he mused,. She must be on the pill as she never said anything about using a condom. None of us had one anyway. We filled her pussy to overflowing and made a real mess of the blanket. Harold was the only one of us that had done anything before this except for masturbating. About six months earlier, his aunt who is ten years older than him, came to visit for a few days. She could tell from the bulge in his pants when he looked at her that he was pretty well equipped so when nobody else was home she took him.