Sounded like fun so I said, cool, and hopped on the back.We tooled around the neighborhood for a bit and he pulls into one of those self serve carwash...things and we got off. We were talking about something but hell if I remember what. Anyway, after a few he pushes the bike up in the grass behind the bays where it was secluded and we smoke a joint. Everyone did then, but if you ask me now I'll just claim that I didn't inhale ;)So then he's talking about jacking off and how he does it all the. Ab mujse bardashat nahi ho raha tha maine socha ki ab mujhe kuch karna chahiye kyoki radha ab full mood main aa gai thi lekin main direct kuch kar nahi sakta tha aur usse josh main pahle lana tha iss liye mujhe ek idea aaya. Maine usse pucha ki radha tumhare body par kaha kaha til(mole)hai, to usne bataya ki bahut jagah hai aur maine bhi bola ki mujhe bhi bahut jagah hai. Aur main usse til dikhane laga maine pahle apna shirt khola aur pith par ka til dikhaya aur phir maine apni paint khol kar. We both had profiles on a well know social network site for gay men and being reasonably local to one another the site kept suggesting we start chatting. It started as the odd conversation in the local chat room and moved on to instant messenger chats. After a while we exchanged phone numbers on the understanding that contact would be limited to text messages only and due to the fact that we were both in relationships with women, we would always sent an innocent message to start the. I thought that was sort of amusing because that girl only had sex on the brain and she thought that giving it up was part of her regular routine of teaching the dance steps to the lonely men she tended each and every night. There was nothing sweet about that girl and that’s a fact you can take to the bank every time.The other one was only just eighteen and she was a distant cousin of mine and we had a mutual love interest in some of our other male relatives that thought a little incest was just.