Suddenly the pounding dance beat was replaced bythe soft strains of a romantic ballad. Without hesitation, Paulo pulled her close, and he felt his ful... breastssquashed against man's obviously muscular chest. They were so close, andit was unleashing a flood of unwanted and unexpected feelings, sensations.That sensation between his thighs was growing stronger and he felt likehis new pussy was actually oozing wetness. In his mind flashed questionslike, "I wonder what Paulo's chest looks like?". Basically catatonic for a while. So he had to let me know what happened. But the way he told me ... like he was some sort of automaton. Like a fucking robot or something. And then you guys got involved, and that helped. But ... he didn’t work it out through me. More weekend jaunts. Away and home with faggot boy. Not looking like he tied anything on. Instead, looking as relaxed as I’d ever seen him. That was faggot boy, right?”“That was Trevor,” Joe nodded.“One of my boy/girlfriends, you know a. They seemed to have conversations with every other guest, but had spent the most time with us. They had a talent for telling us funny stories about the other guests, mixing a little fantasy with reality.We normally didn’t mix much when we went away, but we had gone out to eat with Geoff and Sue and we were now relaxing by the pool on loungers with them. We were all reading.The peace of the quiet afternoon was broken by loud new voices and I looked up to see that three young guys had appeared. ." I start, feeling bashful. Your eyes move from the glass to my eyes, then back to the glass. "I mean, I wanted to wait for you to get home but I was just," I pause as you look back at me.Your smile becomes even more devilish as you smirk again, gazing deeper into my eyes. You shoot your hand into the water and wrap it around my neck, squeezing your fingertips into the sides above my shoulders and forcing me onto the cold wall. Although your movement is swift, your grip is still somewhat soft,.