They set the water temperature just higher than cool and began soaping each other up. Both boys were as horny as hell and Brett told Mick that he woul... like him to do what he (Mick) had done with me in the pool the other night. Mick said “Sure. That was fun; felt so good too.” This time there was the added advantage of the soap to make things nice and slippery. Mick took the soap, turned the water off for the moment and slipped his soapy hand into the crack of Brett’s ass and between his legs.. That was disappointing, to say the least! I'd spent money, and a lot of time and attention to making my glory hole as nice as I could. I didn't want a sleazy ambience. I wanted it to be 'classy,' and a place some one would perhaps (hopefully!) want to return to again.So, as I said, months and months went by without a single person responding to my ad. In fact, I was starting to consider that I might just give up on the whole thing, when one day, as I was checking my e-mail, there was a reply!. You seem more of a man, not less. I’m not sounding right there, am I? I mean to many men’s ears. But what I meant was ... You don’t seem like a misogynist, despite what many of my friends would consider to be classic sexist behavior. For one thing, you’re wanting to stick with your ladies, keep them around, not ‘kick them to the curb,’ as you resent me supposedly doing to your father, to use your words.“I guess that I kinda cock-blocked you on some level to keep you a virgin a little longer, so. "Dammit Kevin!" she yelled. "You didn't even bother to getout of the costume before you passed out. Come on, I've gotto get it back today, and you're gonna be late for work."As Kevin slowly drug his feet from under the cover and pushedthem toward the floor, he became vaguely aware of something. The deck may not have been moving, but something else was. His breasts, to be exact. Something was definitely awry. Hehadn't really noticed them last night, as they were just anodd part of the.