Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 16:32:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Exhibitionish Roommate - Chapter 21

"Then it's a doner, dude."  He smiled a smile that lit up the room.  He
turned and looked at Mike, "Dude, are you going to put on some clothes or
are you going to go out to the car that way?"  I had been waiting for some
comment and there it was.  "Once we get to the lake, that's pretty much the
dress of the day, but between here and there, it might cause a bit of a
stir, if you know what I mean," and he winked at me.

Oh, shit.  What was I getting myself into?  The thought of Mike and Howie
naked all weekend had an effect on me.  I could picture the situation and
that made timmy want to wake up, which was not good, and reminded me of my
situation.  I couldn't even change clothes in front of my cousin, much less
walk around naked with this thing on.

I tried to get Mike's attention and he finally looked at me.  I pointed to
my crotch and then shrugged my shoulders and held out my hands as if to
ask, what are you going to do about it.

"Tim, is there a problem with your crotch, you keep pointing at it?"  Mike
asked, causing me to blush and for Howie to look over at me and then down
to my crotch.  "Or are you pointing to the floor saying you want me to stay
here?"  He looked at me with a look of concern that I knew was put on, but
Howie probably didn't.  "You don't want me to go?  You want Howie all to
yourself?"

I blushed more and Howie turned and looked back and forth between Mike and
I.  "No, I ah, no, I want you to come along if you want to.  I think it
will be fun.  I just wanted to make sure that it was `comfortable' for
you."  I stressed the word hoping he got the drift of my question.

"I am quite comfortable with the situation and look forward to spending
time at this lake and even more so if I get to walk around naked!"  He
grinned and then added, "Especially if you and Howie will be naked as
well."

Howie looked over at Mike strangely and then back to me, "Is that a
problem?  The cabin is on the shore of the lake and fairly isolated; so we
usually just go around naked all the time even when my folks are up there.
That way you can go back and forth into the water and not worry about wet
clothes, taking a piss or anything."  He looked back and forth between Mike
and I again and stopped with me.  "Are you cool with that cuz?"

I swallowed and then said, "Yeah, it's fine with me.  I can do that, but I
may need^Å" and Mike cut me off.

"He's kind of shy.  He hasn't gotten to used my nudity, but I have been
encouraging him to try new things."  I blushed thinking of his double
meaning.  "But I think a weekend of running around naked with some real men
will be good for him."  He looked at Howie, "Right, dude?"

"Damn straight, dude," Howie said.

"So I don't need to bring a lot of stuff along with me?" Mike asked.

"Naw, just your shaving kit.  We have everything else up at the cabin.  We
will stop along the way and pick up some groceries and beer for the
weekend."

Mike stood naked holding his tooth brush and said, "I am ready!"

I dropped my mouth open and gaped at him.  Howie turned to him, looked him
up and down and said, "Righteous, dude." And then laughed.

But Mike grabbed a pair of very old shorts with the elastic nearly gone in
the waist and put them on.  They just barely stayed on his hips and the top
of his bush was showing above the waistband.  Then he grabbed a sleeveless
t-shirt and put it on.  It was full of holes and probably showed more than
it covered.  He put on some sunglasses, a hat and his flip-flops and was
ready to go.

I got my backpack with my books, my shaving kit and with just the clothes I
had on was ready to go.  I was very nervous about and conscious of the cage
in my crotch.  I didn't want Howie knowing about it and couldn't figure out
how to get it off with him around and also couldn't figure out how to talk
to Mike about it.

"Okay, all set?  Let's go."  Howie opened the door and headed out.  I
grabbed Mike's shoulder and whispered, "What about the thing?"

He smiled broadly, "It stays on until I say it can come off.  And that all
depends on how you behave between now and then."  He headed out that door.

"What are you two whispering about back there?"  Howie asked Mike, as he
caught up to him in the hall.

"I don't know--something about needing some Vaseline or something.  I
didn't really understand."  Mike looked over his shoulder and grinned at
me.  I tried to give him the evil eye, but he just silently laughed.

Downstairs, Howie walked up to a beat up pickup truck.  "Just put your
stuff in the back, in that bin behind the cabin, and climb in."  I tossed
my backpack into the bin and looked into the truck.  It was one bench seat,
with a big gear shift in the center of the floor.

"Why don't you sit in the middle, Tim, that way you can talk to your
cousin."  Mike was grinning again.

"Awesome, dude.  We have some catching up to do.  We can use the drive up
to get all caught up."  He smiled again.  That smile on that face was
incredible.  "It will take us about 3 hours to get there, including the
stop at the store for supplies."

He climbed into the truck and Mike pushed me in from the other side and
them climbed in wedging me between him and Howie.  I was straddling the
gear shift shift with one of Howie's legs pressed up against me on one side
and one of Mike's on the other.  I felt the heat of both of their bodies
and my temperature began to rise.  The truck smelled of men, a trace of
sweat and musk and dirt.

Howie started the truck and then grabbed the gear shift and brought it down
between my legs nearly to my crotch.  He backed up and then reached between
my legs and shifted again.  I was very conscious of how close his hand was
coming to my crotch.  I could feel stirrings of timmy and worried that he
was going to keep pushing the matter all the way up to the lake.

I sat very tense--fighting the sensations my cock was responding to and
trying not to think about the hunks that pressed in on me on both sides.
Mike reached up and put his arm behind me on the seat back, but it rested
against my shoulders.

The heat of their bodies seemed to be searing me and the smells that were
assailing me were overpowering.  I groaned as I fought against the
horniness that was growing in me.

I tried to divert my attention, "So Howie what did you do all summer and
what are you doing now?"

"I went to work for my Uncle Randy, my mom's brother.  He has a place on
the outskirts of town and he moves stuff for people and transports stuff
for them.  So he has 5 or 6 guys that work for him.  It is hard work, but
the pay is good and I don't have to spend much of it, so I have been saving
up some money.  I am going to work this year with him and then head off to
school next year.

"What do you mean you don't spend much?"  This was helping distract me a
bit.

"Well, he has this bunkhouse where his workers stay and he provides the
meals and all, so there is really very little expense."

"So how many guys stay in this bunkhouse?"  I asked, now getting curious.

"Well, right now there are 4 of us living there.  During the summer it was
6 of us guys."  He shifted gears and I tensed up again.

He continued on.  "Yeah, it's a pretty good setup; a place to stay, meals
and all, but not a lot to do.  All that those guys do is talk about sex.
It seems they stay horned up all the time.  And every chance they get they
hook up with someone and go at it like rabbits."

"So are you `hooking up'?"  I wondered.

"Well, Dude, if I wasn't they would think that something was wrong with me,
if you know what I mean?"  I thought I did and that sounded pretty antigay
to me.  And it didn't help Timmy, who kept imagining Howie naked pounding
it to some girl.

"Yeah, it seems every free moment someone is either banging someone or
rubbing one out."  He reached down and adjusted his crotch.

"Sorry, cuz, I don't mean to offend you, but it seems when you are
listening to these guys banging away, you can't help but get horny and then
it is up to Mother thumb and her four sisters to take care of things."

That took a bit to process and I got it and I felt a twinge as my cock
expanded within the cage, thinking of Howie naked and jerking off.  I think
I quietly groaned again.  Mike nudged me with his arm on my shoulders, as
if to say cut it out.

"Am I embarrassing you, cuz?  I mean it is a natural thing.  Every guy does
it, right?"

"Yeah, dude, you nailed it there," Mike chimed in.  "I keep telling Tim
that is nothing to be ashamed of, every one does it."

Howie turned and looked at my face and then back to the road, "You are
ashamed to jerk off?" he asks.

"I, ah, no, I, ah."  I was stammering again.

Mike grinned and said, "No, he's ashamed to admit that he does it," then
chuckled.

"Big stud like you," and he rested his hand on my thigh and it felt like he
was branding my thigh, "you are probably have a good wank, as the brits
say, what once or twice a day?"  He patted my thigh again before reaching
between my legs to shift again.

I did groan this time, as my cock swelled within the cage.

"It's okay, Dude.  I am sorry if I am embarrassing you," Howie said with a
concerned voice.

Mike laughed, "I think it is time you explained to your `cuz' what your
problem is."

"What?" said Howie turning his head and looking between Mike and me.

"I, ah, please Mike!"

"He's going to find out anyway," Mike said.

"Find out what?"

"That Tim is a..."

I cut him off, "That I am a serious student and need to concentrate on
studies and not on sex." I said at ninety miles an hour.

"No, Tim, that is not what I was going to say," and Mike reached around and
clamped his hand over my mouth and continued on as I struggled to pull his
hand off of my mouth.  I was afraid of what he was going to say.  My heart
began to race and I imagined Howie laughing his ass off, or pulling over
and throwing me out.  I wanted to stop Mike, desperately.

"Tim's current partner thinks he has been not appreciating each of his
"wanks" or whatever.  So Tim is wearing a device on his cock that will not
allow him to get hard."  Mike had said it quickly and then released his
hand.  I was shaking.  It wasn't what I was expecting, but I wasn't happy
with the information being out.

"You are shitting me, dude, I mean cuz," and he reached down and planted
his hand on my crotch.  "Oh, shit, dude, that has to be one mean bitch to
do that to you."  He thought for a moment.  "Can you take if off?"

"I," I started to say when Mike cut me off.

"He can only take it off, if he gets a call or if he calls in and asks
permission.  Can you believe that, dude?" Mike finished for me.

Howie had squeezed the cage and then removed his hand and put it back on
the wheel.  My cock had swelled up again and it was beginning to really
hurt.

"How do you control it?  I mean...can you, cuz?  Doesn't it hurt?"

"He thinks of sex with his grandmother and that usually makes it go down."
I elbowed Mike hard, "Ooof!" he exclaimed in response.

"Usually?" Howie asked with a grin getting into the game.

"Shut the fuck up, you two!"  I said and then added, "It isn't funny!"  I
turned and glared at Mike.

"Now, now, we will have none of that children," Howie said in a perfect
imitation of my mother.

Mike chuckled, but I elbowed him again.

Nothing was said for a while, and I felt very childish, but it WAS
embarrassing.

"So what kind of work do you do for your Uncle Randy?" I said, trying to
get the ball rolling again, but on a different subject.

He settled back a bit into the seat, relaxing a bit, "Basically, I load up
a truck, drive it somewhere and unload a truck.  I also move and stack
stuff around his warehouse.  Seems like we all we do is move stuff from
place to place, which is really all the job is.  So lots of lifting, lots
of dirty locations and lots of sweat."

Obviously that is why he had filled out.  "So your Uncle Randy is a pretty
good guy to work for then?" I asked trying to keep the conversation going.

"You could say that, dude," he said and reached between my legs and shifted
again.

"And what's with the `dude' thing?" I asked wanting to keep the
conversation focused on him.

"Sorry, I guess it is something I picked up from one of the guy's we work
with.  He claims to be a real surfer dude, I mean guy, and he is always
talking that way.  I guess it just rubbed off."  He smiled as if he was
thinking of something funny.

"No, don't apologize.  It just didn't seem to go along with the way I
remembered you."

Mike spoke up, "So are you getting your share of the sex?"  I elbowed him
and he just smiled.

"Yeah, every chance I can.  And if I am not pounding away on a nice piece
of ass then I am stroking away listening to the other guys hammering away."

"Sounds like a real sex circus out there," Mike said to encourage him more.

"Yeah," Howie said, warming to the subject.  "You wouldn't believe the
kinky stuff that I have gotten into."

My cock was swelling again.

"There was this one time when two of us were swapping out, humping away,
taking turns you know, watching the other one when we were doing the
pounding."

"Okay, enough sex!" I said, getting frustrated, horny and hard, imagining
Howie naked and hard and pounding away on some girl.  I couldn't picture
her, but I imagined what he would look like and it make my cock swell.

"What's the matter--grandma not working for you?" he asked and then added,
"What, your bitch not putting out enough for you, so you have to sit in
your room beating your meat?"  He turned towards me and looked at me,
smiling.

"That's none of your business, Howie," I said, getting upset again.

"Come on, tell me about this woman you pounding.  Does she get you hot and
bothered?  Does she moan and groan as you screw her?"

"Look, I am not going to ask again, shut up about the sex."  I was hurting,
embarrassed, and not being put off by his talk about fucking a woman.  It
just didn't seem right.  But I kept seeing Howie naked in my mind and it
was driving me crazy.

"I guess he is just pussy whipped.  What do you think, Mike?"

"Look asshole," I said, turning to him and blasting him, "Howie, I am gay,
so knock it off with the fucking fuck comments about women okay.  It just
disgusts me!"  Oh shit, now I had done it.  But it served him right.  That
would put him in his place.  I heard Mike inhale a sharp breath, but I was
looking at Howie.

He was quiet for a moment and then started laughing.  He started off kind
of like a chuckle and then got into a full on laugh.  It was going to be
all over now.  He was probably going to kick my ass and turn the truck
around and.... He was pulling over to the side of the road, grabbing the
gear shift between my legs.  Laughing so hard, tears were rolling down his
face.

I was pissed now and Mike hadn't helped at all.  "What's so funny, `Dude'
you never had a fag in your truck before?  And by the way, since Mike likes
to tell stories on me, he likes guys too!"  That only racked Howie more.
He had pulled to the shoulder of the road and stopped.  I knew he was going
to throw us out right there on the side of the road.  Oh well, Mike was
teaching me to stand up for myself and I had done it.

It felt good, but I was worried what this would mean.  Shit.  I just react
too quickly and take everything so personally.  Fuck!  I sat there stewing
as Howie began to wind down on his laughing.  He wiped his face and chocked
off a couple more laughs.  He turned and looked at me.

"WHAT?" I nearly screamed at him.

"Tim, calm down."  He fought to get his emotions under control and that
only made me more nervous.  My stomach was tensing up, my heart was racing
and I felt the sweat from nerves trickling down from my pits.

He looked at me again.  "Tim," he paused, "I can't have you" and I heard in
my head `in my truck' but in my ears I heard, "you thinking badly of me."
He looked into my eyes from one to the other.

I started to tremble. The tension was just getting too much for me.

"Tim, I am not upset and I am not mad at you.  That had to take a lot of
courage to say and my reaction probably didn't help."  He reached up and
took my right shoulder with his left hand.  The heat from it still had a
powerful effect on me.  I relaxed into it and quit trembling.  He must have
sensed me relaxing because he said, "Tim, just for the record," he paused
and looked so serious, "I am gay, too."  He let that bomb shell hang there
for a while. My mouth dropped open.

"Yeah, that's why I was laughing.  I had been trying to be Mr. Macho,
afraid that you would figure it out.  So when you said you were gay and
then that Mike was, I just lost it.  It was such a relief."  He looked at
Mike.  "Seeing Mike naked in your room nearly drove me crazy.  I invited
him to the lake because I figured I would get to see him naked again and
hopefully get to see you naked as well."

He looked me over and said, "You are one hot looking, dude." Then he
laughed again.  "So what's really up with this thing you have on your
dick?"  He reached down and gave it another squeeze.  I groaned again.

"Please don't" I begged, but I really wanted his hand on my cock and not on
the cage.

"Tim, was jerking off daily before we got together and I told him I didn't
think he appreciated the privilege enough.  He agreed to have me control
his cumming.  He was given permission to cum once last night, but he came
twice.  So the cage was a punishment.  He has to wear it until I tell him
he can take it off."  He was smiling and ruffling my hair.  I loved/hated
when he did that.

"Can I see what it looks like?" Howie said, looking down at my shorts.

"I don't..."

Mike cut me off, "Sure.  Tim, go ahead and undo and unzip your shorts."  I
looked at Mike and then at Howie.  I reached down and undid the button at
the top of my shorts and then unzipped them.  I spread the flaps open and
Howie gasped.

"Wow," Howie said, "that has got to hurt!"  My cock was trying to push it's
way out the end and the sides and everywhere.

"Yeah, and this isn't helping." I said, as being on display had this
powerful effect on me.

"Okay, I guess enough is enough.  Let's get it off of you," Mike said.  He
opened his door and slid out.  "Slide over here to the edge of the seat."

Howie opened his door, closed it and came around to watch.  I was standing
on the ground leaning back against the seat with my shorts down around my
ankles.  Mike asked Howie for a knife and one appeared.  Mike approached my
crotch with the knife.

"Be careful with that thing!" I said and my cock wilted a bit at the
proximity.

"Just stand still," Mike said as he bent to my crotch.  Howie reached
behind me, behind the seat, and I heard a click and then a flashlight was
illuminating the cage and my crotch.

"Shit, you are shaved, too!" Howie exclaimed.

"Later. Story. Later." I said watching Mike with great trepidation.

Mike put the tip of the blade under the plastic zip tie and with a quick
upward jerk severed the tie.  The cage fell free and I sighed with great
relief.  Mike reached up and, none too gently, worked to get the inner ring
off, forcing first one ball through and then the other, then sliding the
whole thing off.

He stood up and he and Howie stood staring at my crotch.  Timmy was happy
to be free and when he realized he was out in the open, standing nearly
naked on the side of the road with cars zipping by, he began to swell.

"Looks like he is doing fine," Howie said, reaching down and fondling my
cock and balls.  I sighed again.  It felt soooo good and so wonderful and
his hands were so warm.

"Are we going to stand here and have a circle jerk or are we going to get
to this cabin in the sky?" Mike asked, looking at Howie and then to me,
with a huge smile on his face.

"Just so long as I get to pick up where I left off, I guess we can get
moving again."  He let go of my cock, which was nearly up to full mast.  I
bent and pulled up my shorts, buttoned and then zipped them.  Mike put the
parts to the cage in my backpack in the back.

"In case we need it for later," he said, smiling as he pushed me back into
the truck.

Howie started the truck and, shaking his head and chuckling, pulled out
onto the road.  "So how did this all come about, pun intended?" Howie asked
when he had finished shifting between my legs.

Between Mike and I, we told the whole tale, each of us filling in and
adding things, laughing and all as we told it.  Lots of emotions welled up
as Mike talked about the time in the hospital, my parents and all.  Howie
laughed at the stories of the adult bookstore, the men's rooms, the
library, Don, and was open-mouthed at my description of my first fuck.

I looked down at his crotch as I neared the end of the story and saw that
he was tenting his shorts rather nicely.  I was hard and I knew Mike would
be as well, as so much of it involved him and all the things he liked.

Howie got a big kick out of Mike's pissing in the pocket bet, and said that
he had just the place to try that over the weekend.  That made me wonder
what was in store.

When we finished up, I said, "Okay, now it is your turn.  Were you telling
the truth about all the sexual antics you have been up to, or was that
macho smoke you were blowing up my ass?"  I said it jokingly.

"No, it's all true, but it was all with guys.  Mostly the guy I work with.
They taught me quite a bit about man to man sex.  And one of the guys,
Joey, was one sick kinky dude.  I mean one time, he^Å. No, it needs to be
told in order and we are at the last town.  So we will grab dinner here and
then groceries.  I'll tell you as much of the story as I can during dinner
and then fill you in on the rest as we head up to the cabin."

I was feeling much better.  Howie was the first person I had really told
the whole story to and it felt good to share it with him.

He pulled into the parking lot of a steak house.  We went in, got a table,
put our orders in for steaks, BBQ beans, potatoes and salad, and, while we
waited for our meal, he started telling his story.  And shit what a story!
Between visits by the waiter, he told his story.

"I guess it all started the first week I was working for my uncle.  He
called me into his house, offered me a beer and gave me a tour of his
house.  He lives alone and was very proud of his home he had built and
remodeled.  When we got to his bedroom, he showed me his master bath with
walk in shower and Jacuzzi tub, big enough for 3 people at least.

"He had been talking about his house with him asking me about high school
and what plans I had for college and how my parents were doing etc.  He
said he was really dirty and sweaty and asked if I minded if he took a
shower.  I said, no, cause what else could I say?

"So he strips down right there in front of me and I realize he hasn't been
wearing any underwear.  He stands talking to me naked while he adjusts his
shower.  He is a well built man and has great definition and hairy pecs.  I
couldn't help but look at his cock as he stood there.

"Now I had seen guys naked before and cocks in the locker room, but this
was an adult, a grown man, standing in front of me naked talking to me and
his cock was hanging down over a set of large nuts.

"He got into the shower and continued to talk to me as he showered.  The
way the shower was built, I could see him as he soaped up and washed
himself.  He started asking me about my sex life and if I was getting any.

"I was embarrassed, but of course said, yes.  My cock was beginning to
swell with all of his talk about sex.  Then he asked me if I jacked off.  I
stood looking at him and he stroked his cock a couple of times and said,
`You know what I mean?"

"Yes, I know what you mean," I said and paused.  I had never told an adult
that I jerked off.  I had talked to guys at school about it, but never an
adult.  But I felt comfortable with him, so I told him yes.

"He then asked me how often I did it, jerked off.  I told him at least once
a day and sometimes more.  He smiled and said that it sounded like I was a
healthy normal young man.

"I got brave then and asked him if he ever jerked off.  He laughed and
said, he was a man, so of course he jerked off.  He said he often did it in
the shower as he loved the feel of the soap and water rushing over his
body.

"His cock had begun to grow and I thought he was going to jack off right
there and then.  But he finished up and stepped out of the shower, leaving
it running.  He grabbed a towel and began drying himself.  I was watching
the play of his muscles and how his cock swung back and forth and how far
down his balls hung.

"Then he said I should take a shower and get cleaned up as well.  He was
going to BBQ steaks for us and that I should get cleaned up.  I hesitated
to strip in front of him, because I was getting pretty hard with all his
talk about sex and jerking off.

"But he insisted and said that it wasn't like he hadn't seen a naked man
before.  So I turned my back to him and stripped out of my clothes.  When I
was naked, I turned and, covering my hardening cock with my hands, headed
towards the shower.  I had to walk right past him to get there. He stopped
me and told me that I shouldn't ever be ashamed of myself and not to hide
what I had.

"So I moved my hands and my cock swelled even more.  I blushed and he said
that it was a common reaction and not to worry about it.  I got in the
shower and started soaping up.  He had finished drying and wrapped the
towel around himself as he stood at the entrance to the shower talking to
me.

"My cock was even harder, if that was possible, and pointing straight up.
'Looks like you need to take care of that,' he said and I blushed again.
'It's okay; I do it all the time,' he said.

"I still hesitated, so he said that I couldn't walk around like that, so he
would join me if that would make it easier for me.  He dropped his towel
and moved over closer to me.  His cock was swelling as he moved in closer
to me.  I couldn't take my eyes off of it as it grew bigger and bigger.  I
hadn't seen very many hard cocks and the majority I had seen were in porn
pictures.  So this was only one of two or three that I had seen in real
life.

"It seemed to grow until it was huge.  Later, I learned that it was 8
inches and about an inch and half across, but it seemed much bigger as it
grew in front of me, and he continued to move closer.  He told me to let
him get wet again.  I moved a bit out of the way and he moved into the
shower and let his crotch get nice and wet.  He then poured a bit of soap
out into his hand and then offered me some.  I let him put some in my hand.

"Then he just started stroking away.  And I began as well.  My eyes were
fixed on his left hand as he worked the soap up and down his shaft. I did
likewise and loved the feeling of the soap and the water and of watching
him.  He didn't say anything after that, except to occasionally moan or
groan as he fisted himself.  I was matching him stroke for stroke and
watching how his hand moved over his cock.

"All too soon I felt the rush begin and knew I was close.  I think my eyes
rolled up and my whole body tensed as that feeling rose through my body
until I was yelling and swearing and shooting all over the shower.  After I
shot, I continued to stroke, but soon realized that my cock was too
sensitive to be under the spray, and backed out and caught my breath as I
refocused on my uncle's cock.  He was standing up on his toes and his big
balls were drawn up to the base of his cock, nearly on the side of his
cock.

"His moaning was ragged as he too began to blow his load.  Some of his hot
cum landed on me.  It felt so warm!  He kept blasting and shooting and
moaning as he did so.  Finally he squeezed the last drops out of the end of
his cock, then shook it off the end of his hand.

"He looked up at me and smiled and said `That was nice!' I was lost in the
fog of what had just happened and couldn't believe what we had just done.
When I was beginning to think it through, he moved up close to me, pulled
me close and planted his lips on mine and pressed in for a kiss.  His
tongue pushed against my lips and I let it enter.  I think I melted in his
arms because I next knew he was rubbing his hands along my back and my butt
as he held me close to him.

"He broke the kiss, turned off the water and turned to look at me.  `You
okay with this,' he asked.

"I nodded, not knowing what to say; my emotions were going crazy."  Our
plates had been cleared and I was hard as a rock from Howie's story.

"That's wild," I said, thinking about him doing it with his uncle like
that.

"No that was not the wild stuff; that started after that."

Even Mike was enthralled, "Okay, so what happened next?"

Howie laughed, "Let's get the groceries and I'll tell you the rest or at
least some of it on our last bit up to the cabin.'

"You know, Howie," I said, "you didn't say, dude, one time during that
story."

He just smiled and nodded his head.

Everyone hesitated to get up as we were all sporting wood.  "Will thinking
of fucking your grandma help me?" Howie asked, moving his chair back so we
could see his tented shorts.  I was eager to see what was in those shorts!
And eager to hear the rest of the story.

All I figured out was that this was going to be a wild weekend!