Date: Tue, 17 May 2005 22:44:00 -0400
From: The Gargoyle <thegarg0yle@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Wierd Little Sex Life - Part 5

Contents of entire work:

Part 1:
AGE 5 (background, feet, mast)
THREE APPROACHES (mm seduction, no sex)
AGE 13-15 (mast, exhib)
AGE 16-17 (exhib)
OLD MACDONALD (M/F/m-teen, voy, first time)

Part 2:
HIGH SCHOOL (fant, mast, no sex)
OUT (mast, mm-teens, oral, first time gay)

Part 3:
[untitled] (M/m-teen, mast, feet, oral, anal)
GERALD (background, feet, M/m-teen)

Part 4:
LIFE WITH GERALD (MM, mm-teens, MMM, oral, mast, exhib,)

Part 5
THE INCREDIBLE TRAVIS (Mm, MMm, MMFm, exhib, feet)

These chapters coming soon:

Part 6
GERALD REVISITED (MMM, M/m-teen, exhib, group)

Part 7
WORSHIPPING TRAVIS (Mm, Fm, feet, exhib, oral)

Part 8
FATHER FIGURE (Mm, fm, mast, feet)
SERGE (MM, MMM, group, oral, anal, exhib)
EPILOGUE (MM)


My Weird Little Sex Life
Part 5

By The Gargoyle

The following content is absolutely true. I've altered most
of the biographical and geographical names in effort to
maintain anonymity and also to avoid duplication of given
names, which I know can be confusing.


THE INCREDIBLE TRAVIS

   I answered a newspaper ad. A recreational indoor (arena)
soccer team needed a few players. I was invited to try out.
At the arena I was introduced to a handful of players
including an extraordinarily beautiful teenager named
Travis. He was about 5' 8'', smooth skinned with an adorably
cute face and a very slim but sturdy body. He was a
lightning fast runner.
   After practice we hit the showers. I saw Travis naked. He
was stunning. The sight of his smooth little firm body took
my breath away. He had the most adorable narrow pert little
ass I've ever seen to this day.
   I made the team.
   After our fist league game we showered, dressed and
gathered at a local bar that sponsored the team. Pitchers of
beer flowed liberally. The bar keepers thought the soccer
league was strictly 19-and-over (drinking age). We didn't
let on otherwise and several underage players drank all
season. Travis drank enthusiastically and being small, got
drunk quickly.
   I spotted an old friend I hadn't seen since high school
and I went to talk to him. While away from the table I heard
quite a commotion from the team - uproarious laughter and
carrying on.
   I finally excused myself from the old friend and returned
to the table. Travis, quite drunk, leaned across the fellow
sitting between us and said loudly, "Hey Chad, come here, I
wanna tell you a secret!"
   Who was I to decline the wishes of such a beautiful boy?
I dutifully leaned towards him, presenting him my ear as our
teammates quieted and watched us. His lips approached my ear
and then - he kissed me on the cheek! The gang exploded with
laughter. I'd been had. Apparently he'd already snookered
one or two others with this rather odd gag.
   "Look, he's smiling! He liked it!" joked one of our
teammates as he pointed at me. He didn't realize this was
the truth. I only regretted it wasn't on the lips!
   After our second league game I was under the shower next
to Travis when he loudly announced, "Hey Chad, come here
I've got a secret for you!" We all laughed. There was no
kiss this time of course.

   A core group of us became good friends and sometimes the
six of us would gather at my place after the bar closed and
drink some more. Travis would often walk all the way home
from there in effort to sober up before getting home. His
mother was very religious and not approving of alcohol -
underage or not. Other times he would leave with his best
friend John and crash at his place.
   At one game John proposed to Travis that they just spend
the night at my place afterward as I'd offered on more than
one occasion. Travis agreed. I was ecstatic. I knew Gerry
would approve as he'd met Travis and also found him
adorable. The guys thought I was straight and Gerry was my
roommate.
   But John and Travis's girlfriends had come to watch the
game and decided to come out with the team afterward. It
looked like our plans would not come to be. Travis ended up
getting extremely drunk and got into an argument with his
girlfriend Sherry. As we left the bar the argument got out
of control and suddenly Sherry was crying and Travis was
marching away down the street. John and the others rushed to
Sherry's side and I alone followed Travis. He was a mess -
mentally that is. He'd always behaved in such a happy-go-
lucky manner. This was new territory. He said some very
disturbing things. He said he should just kill himself. This
struck me sharply. I didn't know him well enough to realize
this was nothing but the ramblings of a drunk teenager. I
stepped in front of him, halting his march and I took his
sweet face in both my hands, forcing him to look at me.
   "You're not gonna kill yourself," I said earnestly.
"There are people who love you!" He looked at me wide-eyed.
I was referring to his mom and girlfriend but deep down, I
suddenly realized - I was talking about me. I worried for a
moment I'd said too much.
   He stormed on and I followed along. Somehow during his
ranting he kicked off one running shoe. I rescued it and
carried it for him. I think he was heading for home but I
managed to steer him to my house.
   Gerry wasn't home yet. Travis slumped down on the couch.
I poured him a large glass of water but he wouldn't take it.
I sat beside him on the couch. He said mournful things. I
was scared. I didn't know if he might be suicidal. He cried.
I put my arm around him. He lay his head on my shoulder. I
was overwhelmed by the tenderness of the moment. Here I was
basically cuddling with the most beautiful boy I'd seen
since Kyle - except I was starting to fall for Travis in an
even bigger way than I did with Kyle. And Travis was
becoming even more beautiful to my eyes then Kyle had been.
   The phone rang. I went to it. It was John. He correctly
guessed that we'd came to my place.
   "Jesus Christ, John! Is this kid suicidal or what? You
gotta get over here!" John told me to relax. He explained
that this happens sometimes and not to worry. Travis was
just drunk. He wouldn't do anything crazy. They were taking
Sherry home. Travis was my responsibility alone.
   Travis had meanwhile stumbled to the bathroom. I heard
him puking into the toilet. When I finally got off the phone
I found Travis lying on the bathroom floor. There was puke
on his shirt and on the floor. He was pretty much out of it.
I pulled him to a sitting position and leaned him against
the tub. Thankfully he was only 130 lbs and easy to
manhandle. He'd somehow got a bit of vomit in his hair.
   "Come on buddy. You're going in the shower." I pulled his
shirt off him. He was a rag doll. He co-operated to the
small degree his semi-consciousness allowed. I pulled his
socks off him. He had beautiful feet - size 8 and very
smooth. I was stunned that I'd never really noticed how cute
his feet were before.
   "Come on, stand up! Let's get your pants off!" I couldn't
believe this was happening. I wrapped my arms around his
sleek naked torso and lifted. He cooperated. I leaned him
against the wall and unbuttoned his jeans. I dragged down
the zipper. My heart was beating like a hammer. This crazy
episode was becoming the most erotic encounter I'd ever had.
I started to pull his pants down.
   "I'm okay," he blurted. He stumbled out of his jeans and
struggled to free himself from his white underwear. He was
naked. There wasn't one millimeter of space on his body I
wouldn't be thrilled to lick. I'd have licked his puke off
him if he'd offered! He was that sexy. I wrapped one arm
around his narrow waist and turned on the water with the
other.
   I guided Travis under the spray. The water hit my
clothes. It hit the floor. I couldn't have cared less. I was
prepared to stay there and hold him. I was prepared to wash
him myself. Good god, how I wanted to do that.
   "I'm okay," he said again. He was snapping out of it. I
left him to wash himself.
   One of the couches pulled out into a bed. I dressed it up
with two sheets. No blankets. It was warm in the house.
   He wandered into the room in just a towel and wet hair,
looking unbearably cute and sexy.
   "Where'm I sleepin?"
   "Right here."
   He dropped the towel and fell onto the bed.
   I went and gathered up his clothes - everything - and put
them in the laundry. I went back upstairs to find Gerry
home. He stood staring at the couch, mouth agape.
   "Is that Travis?" he gasped.
   "Yep."
   "He's naked!"
   "Yep."
   "You stripped him naked? Are you crazy? What's he gonna
think when he wakes up?"
   I explained the situation. Gerry went to bed. I stayed up
to stare at Travis's body and jerk off. I came several
times.
   The next morning I found Travis sitting at the kitchen
table wearing just a sheet. He didn't remember a single
thing from the night before. I told him everything - except
the jerking off of course.
   "So was I walking around here naked?" he asked, grinning
adorably.
   "No." - not nearly for long enough, I wanted to add but
refrained.
   I fetched his clothes from the laundry. He dropped the
sheet and dressed right in front of me. I tried not to
stare.

   I was now officially infatuated with Travis. His face,
his body, his sweet demeanor. I loved everything about him.
I desperately wished to spend another night alone with him
but there was no prospect for that to happen. I came up with
a plan. It was devious. I'm not proud of this.
   Travis is a New York Giants fan. I bought tickets- Giants
vs. Redskins. I paid a fortune for them. And if the plan
failed it would mean a lot of hard-earned money up in smoke.
   We were out drinking after the game as usual. I told him
a co-worker had Giants tickets he didn't want and offered
them to me because I'm a Redskins fan. This was entirely a
lie. Travis was thrilled. He wanted to go. He'd never been
to an NFL game before. It was a long drive, I explained. I
wanted to get a hotel room. I would pay for it. He was
agreeable. I was thrilled. I went out and bought a Redskins
jersey.

   I don't remember the game. I bought us plenty of beers
and watched Travis get drunk. We partied after the game and
eventually cabbed it to the hotel. I'd made sure to get a
room with one bed only. He slept in just his white
underwear. I cherished the experience of lying beside him in
bed. I was too afraid to touch him.
   In the morning we watched TV in bed. He lay on top of the
covers, still in just his undies. He leaned against the
headboard with his right foot flat on the bed, his right
knee up and his left ankle crossed over his right knee. I
lay to his right and I stared at the sole of his foot for
the longest time. This boy had the cutest face, sexiest
body, sweetest butt and cutest feet I'd ever seen. He was a
walking jackpot of sexuality. It was all overwhelming.

   Travis and I were becoming good friends. I was falling
ever so much in love with him. I confessed this to Gerald.
He didn't mind at all. He was also entranced with Travis's
adorable looks and sexy body and urged me to take advantage
of any situation I could.
   I dreamed of being Travis's best friend. I dreamed of
being able to take him in my arms and hug him. I dreamed of
being privileged to rub his feet. I couldn't imagine being
so lucky as to have any of these things come true. Little
did I know.
   I came out of the closet to John and to Travis. Both were
totally cool with it but urged me not to tell anyone else on
the team.
   The Jersey trip for a Giants game would become a
tradition.
The next season we got to two games. At the first game
Travis joined me in the hotel lobby when I went in to
register. The bastard at the desk saw that our room had just
one bed and offered us a room with two beds. Same price.
Travis was right there, so I was forced to agree. I was
heartbroken.
   He got very drunk again. Back at the hotel he stripped
off his shirt and laid down on the bed - on top of the
covers. He was passed out in no time. I was frightfully
nervous. I knew what I had to do. I carefully laid down on
his bed beside him. I was uncontrollably nervous. My heart
was pounding so hard I imagined it was shaking the whole
bed. I couldn't seem to calm myself. I wanted so bad to
somehow cuddle with him but what would he do if he awoke and
caught me in his bed?
   All of a sudden he was awake and throwing up! He didn't
even notice my presence until I grabbed him and lifted him
upright. He soiled that bed something awful!
   He showered and emerged in just his underwear - boxers
now. I invited him to share my bed. I'd rolled all his
sheets into a ball and stuffed them in the far corner of the
room but his mattress was damp. He accepted. These were
smaller beds. He fell asleep. I rolled onto my side facing
him. I put my arm around him. I loved it. I must have laid
awake for an hour gently holding him.
   He awoke suddenly. I pretended to be asleep. He took my
wrist and gently lifted my arm off him and slipped out of
bed to use the bathroom. He never said anything about my arm
being around him.

   We continued playing soccer the next season. After a game
Travis alone came to my place. Gerry was out. We didn't
drink. We just talked. He was going to stay the night and
removed his shirt as he got ready for bed. I desperately
wanted to share that pull-out couch with him.
   I became very emotional. I confessed my love for him. I
cried and cried. He was very understanding. He wasn't like
Kyle at all.
   "I'd give anything to hug you," I said through tears.
"Anything."
   "Okay," he said. I couldn't believe it. I invited him to
put his shirt back on. I wanted to demonstrate that it
wasn't about sex - even though it was to a large degree. He
didn't bother re-dressing. I wrapped a thin bed sheet around
him and then I put my arms around him. It was the sweetest
thing that had ever happened to me. I held him tight. He
hugged me back.
   "You don't have to hug me back," I said.
   "That's okay," he said. I held him close. I wanted him to
feel the tenderness. I wanted him to feel the sincerity. It
felt to me that my poor overburdened heart was finally
releasing this tremendous mass of love that was running
through my arms and into him. I wanted him to feel that
love.
   "I don't want to let go," I pleaded.
   "That's okay," he said. He was so kind to me. He's not
gay, if that's what you're thinking. I've never doubted he's
straight. But while he has a lot of hang-ups and
insecurities about certain things, he's always been entirely
comfortable with his body and with all things sexual.
   I caressed the back of his head and his neck. I kissed
him on the cheek and finally pulled away.
   This was the first of many many hugs and that wasn't the
only liberty he would eventually grant me.

   At the next Giants game we managed four tickets and John
and Gerald came along. Only John got particularly drunk. The
next morning Travis was in the shower when Gerald proposed
we fill the ice bucket with cold water and dump it over
Travis for a joke. I guess we weren't quiet enough about it
and Travis caught on. As Gerald approached the shower,
Travis whipped the curtain back and tried to upset the
bucket onto Gerald. They both got doused. Gerald took the
worst of it, getting his clothes wet but he was thrilled to
finally see Travis's dick and wrestle with a gorgeous naked
boy.

   Gerald and I shared a lodge in cottage country with three
other couples, two gay and one straight. We were all great
friends. We spent most of our summer weekends their. John
and Travis and their girlfriends rarely visited us there.
They were just teenagers after all and my lodge buddies
ranged from early 20's to early 40's at the time.
   But John and Travis's group began to disintegrate. Both
of them broke up with their girlfriends. Then their
friendship turned sour. Travis had been fired from his job
and blamed John (they were co-workers) for having a part in
it. The others in the gang sided with John. I sided with
Travis naturally. The feud became serious. We were
ostricized, cut from the soccer team. I was thrilled! I
wouldn't miss them one bit. This brought Travis and I much
closer together. I became his only close friend. We found
another soccer team who took us on. I asked him one day if
we were best friends. He said yes. I was euphoric. I hugged
him tenderly.

   He started visiting us at the lodge more often and became
friends with all our gay friends. They teased me about
Travis. They knew damn well I had a thing for him.
   "He looks 14!" they would tell me. They were right.
Travis was a very late developer physically.
   During one visit to the lodge I sat at one end of a couch
while he sat at the other. I told him to give me his foot
and I would give him a foot rub. It had taken me a long time
to find the courage to propose this and I was very sad when
he declined.
   During another visit he lay on the couch with his eyes
closed. I couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not. I moved
fast. I grabbed his ankle, lifted it, turned and sat with
his small socked foot in my lap and began to massage it. He
opened his eyes, looked at me and closed them again. He
didn't object!
   I was so turned on and so nervous I thought I would have
a heart attack. My face was burning. I must have been
blushing something awful. After rubbing his foot and toes
through his white sock for a while and absolutely loving
every moment of it, I put it down and grabbed the other
foot. Heart beating wildly I summoned all the courage I
could muster and pulled off the sock. His warm smooth foot
in my hands turned me on like nothing ever before in my
life. I lovingly rubbed, caressed and fondled every toe and
every inch of his foot and ankle. Then I put the sock back
on for him.
   "Thank you," was all he said. I went to the bathroom and
dropped my pants. My shorts were full of pre-come even
though I didn't recall having an erection during the
footrub. I jerked off and came quickly. I kept jerking off
and came again.

The next Friday I arrived at the lodge without Gerald. He
had stopped coming regularly. But that evening he showed up
unexpectedly with Travis in tow. Travis had phoned looking
for me and asking if he could come to the lodge for the
whole weekend! Knowing how much it would mean to me, Gerald
brought him up. We all hit the booze pretty hard. Travis was
drunk and I was on cloud nine, knowing he would probably
share my bed that night. I would never have dreamed what a
wild time was about to be had that night!
   One of the other couples, Bill and Carson, had brought a
friend as well. Her name was Lois. She was a top-heavy girl.
She was straight and a self-admitted fag-hag. I've never
seen her again since but I'll never forget her for the
incredible favor she would unwittingly do me that night.
   All ten of us were gathered around the bon-fire that
evening after dark. We'd been drinking perhaps heavier then
usual and the mood was campy, funny and merry. Travis was
having a great time. At one point My buddies were teasing me
about my end-of-night ritual, which was to always take a
quiet walk by the lake with someone before retiring to bed.
They were playfully ragging on me saying they'd all taken a
turn and I would be on my own that night.
   "Come on Chad, I'll go with you!" blurted Travis and
stood to leave. The night was far from over but who was I to
turn down a walk in the dark with a gorgeous drunk boy! I
grabbed a couple extra beers and we headed away.
   The lake wasn't far. We sat on a bench and talked quietly
under a thousand stars. We listened to the loons calling. He
said how lucky I was to have a place like this. He'd rarely
been in such an environment in his life. He said it must be
nice to sit on he dock and put your feet in the water!
   "I don't know," I said. "Let's find out, shall we?" he
immediately stripped off his runners and socks as did I and
we walked down to the dock. I was in shorts and I sat at the
end of the dock and put my legs in the mild water. Travis
was wearing jeans. He started to join me then realized his
pants were getting wet. So he stood up and took them off,
joining me in just his tee shirt and boxers! I was
delighted.
   Travis confessed that he was turned on by Lois' big
breasts and hinted he'd like to sleep with her. I knew he'd
only ever slept with one girl - his ex girlfriend Sherry.
   The dock shook. Gerald had appeared behind us. He
whistled at Travis.
   "Nice legs!" he praised.
   "You know I never been skinny dipping!" announced Travis.
Gerald and I looked at each other like we'd just one the
lottery.
   "We do all the time," said Gerald. This was a strategic
lie of course. "I think I'll go for a dip now!" He added and
began to disrobe. Travis scrambled to his feet and standing
right beside me, facing me, he peeled off the tee shirt and
dropped the shorts. I looked up at his beautiful naked dick.
Gerald grabbed his bare little ass and Travis squealed
playfully and thrust his groin forward to escape the
groping, nearly whacking my forehead with his dick! I'm sure
he was teasing us purposely. He was always very uninhibited
when under the influence of alcohol.
   The three of us horsed around in the water. Gerald took
to grabbing Travis and "throwing" him at me! This gave us
both plenty of opportunity to get our hands on his firm
naked body.
   When Travis decided he'd had enough he tried to climb
back up on to the dock and of course Gerald and I helped
him, getting liberal feels of his adorable ass in the
process. We all climbed out and Gerald and I used our shirts
to dry ourselves the best we could. We had extra clothes in
the lodge of course. Travis began walking naked toward the
lodge.
   "I'll just dry off by the fire!" he declared.
   "Whoa there!" said Gerald and grabbed his arm, leading
him back, worried I suppose, what the others would say about
a naked boy wandering around. I was fine with that idea. I
thought Travis's body was the eighth wonder of the world and
should be seen by everyone on the planet! And I knew Carson
and Ray wouldn't mind. They'd both on separate occasions
asked me enviously if I'd been sleeping with Travis. But
whether their respective partners, Bill and Walt might get
jealous or not, I didn't know.
   I took Travis's tee shirt and somewhat dried him with it.
He giggled as I buffed his butt cheeks. Then he again
wandered off toward the lodge again, still naked.
   "Chad!" Gerald growled, "Do something!"
   "Who cares?" said I. "Don't worry about it." So he
didn't. We got dressed and Gerald rounded up the boy's
clothes while I returned to the campfire.
   Ray and Walt had already gone inside to bed as had Mark,
our straight friend. Most unfortunately his wife Pauline was
busy fetching a blanket to cover Travis up with. Lois wasn't
shy to look at Travis' body and they both laughed and
giggled about it. Carson just sat there gazing at Travis
like he was looking through the gates of heaven, praying to
get in.
   Pauline appeared with a blanket and offered it to Travis.
He stood from his lawn chair and turned around. All eyes
looked at his butt until Pauline wrapped the blanket around
him.
   He sat. Our chairs were adjacent. We all talked. More
beer was consumed. The subject of massage came up. This was
one of Gerald's penchants, both giving and receiving. He
started giving Lois a shoulder rub. I got brave. I stood
behind Travis and gave him one. He dropped the blanket to
his waist and asked me to scratch his back. I did. I was
thrilled that he welcomed my touch. He kept asking me to do
it harder. He asked again and again. I was alarmed how
viciously he wanted me to scratch. My nails were leaving
white lines on his back.
   Gerald approached and began to help out.
   "Why do you like this, Travis," he asked? "Did Sherry do
this to you?"
   "Yeah," he responded.
   "When you had sex?" probed Gerald.
   "That's right!" he admitted. I was amazed at Gerald's
perceptiveness and thrilled with the situation. Here was the
sexiest boy ever - being pawed by two gay guys, stared
longingly at by another, and the sexual connotations were
all over the place.
   "Why don't you lay on the bench? It'll be easier,"
suggested Gerald. Travis stood and stepped to the bench and
then to my shock and unbridled delight, he pulled off the
blanket, laid it on the bench and then stretched out on top
of it, face down, his adorable body entirely exposed to
several grateful admirers!
   Gerald and I knelt on either side of him and slowly,
lovingly scratched his back - and his butt - and his legs.
We would run our nails down his back, over his sweet little
ass - and down his legs. Then - and this is the best part -
we would retrace our path but with the palm of our hand,
smoothing over his baby-soft skin. He had hair on his head,
armpits and pubic area - and a little on his shins. That was
it. The caressing of his bare butt was the most arousing
thing I'd ever experienced up to that moment - but things
would get even better!
   Do you like your feet scratched? I asked. He didn't
reply. I went and sat at his feet, taking one into my hands.
It was a little dusty from walking around naked. I lightly
scratched the sole of his adorable foot.
   "You know what I love?" said Lois. I looked up. Pauline
had gone to bed by this time. I hadn't noticed when. I think
she was uncomfortable with all this. Lois was looking at me
as I played with Travis's bare foot.
   "What's that?" I asked.
   "Getting my toes sucked!" A shiver went through me. I
could have kissed her for saying this.
   "Really?" said I, playing dumb. I held Travis's foot
towards her. "Show me how!" Lois giggled wildly at this but
didn't move to accept the offer. I turned back to the foot
in my hands. The toes were so small, so adorable. I took
them between my lips. I ran my tongue along them. God, how I
loved it. I sucked and sucked, moving from one side to the
other, usually sucking a few toes at a time. I switched feet
and sucked some more. I had a hard-on now and didn't care if
anyone noticed.
   Bill excused himself and left for bed. Carson said he'd
be right in. But first he approached us and began to assist
Gerald with the scratching of Travis's back.
   "You do his back," instructed Gerald, "I'll do his bum!"
That startled me. Surely Travis would object at this point.
He turned slightly, trying to peer over his shoulder at us.
   "Is someone sucking my toes?" he asked.
   "Yeah," said I, praying he wouldn't tell me to stop.
   "I can hardly feel it," he said, and rested his head back
in his folded arms. Did he want me to suck harder, I
wondered. Or was that his way of telling me to just give up
on it. I didn't know how to take the comment. So I continued
to lick and suck his beautiful toes.
   Gerald was rubbing and squeezing his narrow butt cheeks.
   "Did Sherry ever nibble your bum?" asked lawrence.
   "No," said Travis.
   "Do you mind if I?" Again I thought he'd gone too far.
   "I don't care," Travis murmured. I was shocked. Gerald
wasted no time. His lips and teeth were all over the boy's
sweet ass. Carson was practically drooling on himself.
   We continued our worshipful assault on his naked body.
   "Spread your legs a little," I heard Gerald say. And to
my continued amazement Travis complied. I finally took a
break from his feet and moved next to his butt, across from
Gerald. His lips were glued to one firm ass cheek. I tapped
him on the head. I wanted a turn and Gerald understood. As
he lifted his head I saw that his arm was between Travis's
legs. He withdrew it, took my wrist and thrust my hand into
that same position. I suddenly had Travis's balls in my
hand! I fondled them lovingly while I attacked his firm buns
with my lips and tongue. Gerald took a turn sucking toes.
   My lips found Travis's crack. I pushed my tongue in. I
probed downward. I found his little rose bud. I gave my
first ever rim job to a gorgeous straight teenager while 3
people looked on. Who could have imagined?
   Travis finally put a stop to it. He carefully turned
himself over on to his back. I prayed that he would be hard.
I would suck it for sure.
   He wasn't hard. He sat upright on the bench. He wanted to
just sit and talk and watch the fire. So we did that. We sat
and talked. Travis watched the fire and the rest of us
watched his dick. Gerald asked him if we could take pictures
of him.
   "I don't care," he said. But no one had a camera handy.
That was perhaps the worst tragedy of my existence - that no
one had a damn camera that night.

To be continued.

Is anyone still following this? It's all true, I assure you.
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