Gay though they may be (well, are), I do have ideas. Some are actual fantasies, some are just thoughts, while others are concepts to explore later. ... want them to want me watching them, even if they don't touch me. Even if they don't acknowledge me, for that matter – though I certainly wouldn't object if they did.Their cocks are incredible. Really extraordinary to look at. One is pretty average in size – maybe even on the small size of average – but it's just really pretty. I don't even. "I uh called you a Douche bag," Kenny said very meek."No after that what the fuck did you say?" Larry said growing withimpatience."I umm called you a nervous hooleila," Kenny said shakily. "It's fromthat show the west wing Rob Lowe's Character said it and....." Larrygestured to the girl to stop as he sighed. "That expression was a bit ofan inside joke between Kenny and I. I highly doubt a girl your age sitsat home watching old West Wing reruns. Tell me what the fuck is going onWhitney," Larry. "I ran upstairs to Rebecca's bedroom and took the smallest t-shirt I could find then went into the bathroom to change. Even her smallest shirt hung to my thighs, unfortunately covering my cute little pussy.By the time I made it back downstairs, Rebecca had managed to sit herself up on the couch. She had a painful grimace on her face and she was gently squeezing her left breast. I plopped down on the sofa next to her and watched as she performed a squeegee like massage on her overfilled mammary,. Swimming with Ben in was quite good as well, for some reason I expected to not feel the balls whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice.Jon found the whole episode quite amusing.The only article of clothing that we took with us (and it wasn’t really clothing) was a towel each. I hate to think what would have happened if we’d been stopped by the police, or had an accident.That night was spent eating and drinking wine outside the back of the cottage.I wish more days were as pleasant, relaxing.