Chatting and talking taking in the atmosphere. It is a fine evening stars are out in force and the moon hangs lightly covered in a small array of clou...s.Kerrie has moved. Now talking with a woman she knows from town. She moves swaying almost slow dancing as she talks. I watch. Moving closer until I am behind her but facing away. I pretend to observe the garden and the trees through the French doors but totally aware of her heat and the occasional sweep of her dress as she moves. I move back as. Man, was I nervous, not least because I had no idea what having full gay sex with a man would be like, and he was a very experienced guy. How would I handle the rough skin and beard and how would I react? Would it be a turn-on or off-putting?Well, I didn’t have to wait long. For my first time, drinks are a must, so a flask of rum and some OJ and my courage was up. So was my cock. We had one purpose meeting here: he to scratch an itch for a newbie bi, and me to get my rocks off in my first. “This is important, Trevor. I need to talk to your father,” Marie said and pushed her way into the house.“He’s not here yet,” Trevor said. “He’ll be home soon.”“We’ll wait in the living room. Be a good boy, and offer your guests something to drink.”He did, a bit grumpily. Jake gratefully took water from him, thirsty from the humid South Carolina August afternoon. Once they were served, an uncomfortable silence broke out. Trevor kept throwing surreptitious glances at Kate, Jan, and. Debbie pulled back, gazing at me. Her lips were slightly puffy and she was breathing hard. She licked her lips.Nodding towards the back of the pickup truck, she asked, "So, um, is there a bed under that camper shell?" Yeah," I replied. "Or at least, what passes for one. There's a mattress, and a couple of blankets and pillows. I set it up for camping."She laid her hand gently directly on the bulge in my Bermuda shorts. Squeezing softly, she nodded once and then softly said, "Maybe we'll get.