By Kahuntwm
Copyright 2024 by Kahuntwm, all rights reserved
* * * * *Naked at Grandma’s Ch. 1
By Kahuntwm1588@outlook.com
CFNM, OON, Straight and Gay
I make no apologies for my lifestyle and behavior. Not a single lad
gets hurt. Embarrassed? Of course. Humiliated? Without a doubt. But not
hurt or injured.
But I do have a problem. I mean, other people might see it as a problem but I don’t.
My name is Ursula Remsky and I am 56 years old as I write this. My
husband, whom I loved deeply, passed away four years ago. My children
are now adults with their own families. My kids live within an hour of
me in the Sarasota area and I see them often. But once they all flew
the coup and my Henry died, I became very bored.
My problem,
if you must call it that, is quite simple. I love teenage boys and I
love them naked. I like naked teenage girls, too. But not as much as l
like teenage naked boys. I do not see this as a problem. It is my hobby.
And I formed a group of ladies, all around my age, who have the same
‘problem’. We all have one goal: get a teenage boy and get him naked
and embarrassed. We never have sex with these teenagers - that is a
no-no with all of us. But we do like to look and to touch these
teenagers. This is our fantasy and we have the money and means to bring
our fantasies to fruition. All we need are the boys (and girls)
Just a quick background note: I live in a large mansion on Longboat
Key. And my group of ladies are Peggy, Lauren, Trudy, and Marie. All
are in their fifties or sixties, all are grandparents, and all are rich
like me. Most importantly, all are bored - like me. And all like naked
teenage boys. Marie, who is a lesbian, and I, who is bisexual, love
naked girls, too.
What do we actually do? How do we get these
boys into my mansion and get them naked? Best way to show you this is
to tell you about my first experience with a naked lad which happened
before our group formed. The boy was fourteen years old and he was my
grandson, Brett Remsky, son of my son Paul. And he was beautiful.
Brett was at that age when he was still more boy than young man. He was
well past puberty and positively glowed - light brown, curly hair, big
eyes, snub nose, and sensuous lips. His parents, my son Paul and my
daughter-in-law Mabel, were loving parents who doted on him (they
actually doted on all their children, but he was their only boy and he
was, well, special). They lived in Naples, Florida, which is about two
hours from Sarasota, so I didn’t see them as often as I would have
wished. But I have seen young Brett grow up and now I wanted something
more.
And the opportunity to get closer to my grandson arose
when he was accepted into an exclusive prep school in Sarasota. Tamiami
Academy was a day/boarding school and I was asked if I would let Brett
live with me when school was in session. I played hard-to-get but, of
course, I said ‘YES!’
In fact, I helped pay his tuition
(Paul and Mabel were, and still are, teachers at a small liberal arts
college in Naples and so were not in the high income bracket that I
was) and did not ask for any rent and, in fact, said I would take care
of all Brett’s financial needs. The family was most grateful.
When Brett called me to personally thank me for all my help, I told him how much I loved him.
“And I love you, too, grandma,” he said. “I don’t know how I will be able to repay you.”
“Well, don’t you worry about that,” I said. “You should know that I
will, at times, ask special favors from you. Just little things. You
don’t have to do them if you are uncomfortable, and you must feel free
to decline. Even when you say ‘no’, nothing will affect the arrangement
we have with you living here, nor will it affect my love.”
Brett laughed. “I don’t know what all that means, but I will always be there to help you when you ask.”
Brett arrived in early August and got his sweet fourteen year old self
settled in his rather large bedroom (I have a large mansion with large
rooms). We spent two weeks (before school began) doing all sorts of
things - visiting museums like the Ringling, seeing plays at the Asolo
Theatre, traveling shows at Van Wezel, and using my small yacht. In
fact, that yacht was when I first got a close look at my grandson’s
pretty body. He was built like Adonis. Except for a small touch of hair
under his arms and wild, curly light brown hair on the top of his head,
his body was essentially hairless. Just gorgeous. Of course, I couldn’t
see everything as he was wearing a bathing suit. You know, one of those
bagging suits that hide everything special. Whatever happened to
speedos?
Brett and I grew very close during those weeks in
August. My grandson was a hugger and whenever he hugged me, I was sure
that I rested my hands on his butt. He must have noticed but he never
said anything. Before school began, I began to plan how I was going to
get my grandson naked. And the large pool I had in the lanai, very
private with the growing bushes and trees surrounding the lanai, was
the pathway to the stripping of Brett.
It helped that Brett
was not particularly shy. As with most Florida kids, he dressed loosely
and minulary - baggy shorts and light shirts and around the house,
floppers or barefoot. He had his own bathroom with a large shower so I
had no excuse to ‘accidently’ walk in while he was showering. So one
day we were having dessert on the lanai after supper. It was warm but
comfortable when I caught him eyeing the pool.
“Looking to swim?” I innocently asked.
“Sort of but too lazy to go upstairs and change,” he said.
“So don’t,” I said.
He laughed and said “Well, I can hardly skinny dip.”
“Why not?” I asked.
Brett got silent, not something my fourteen year old grandson often did. “I can’t swim naked,” he mumbled
“Why not?” I asked again.
“Because you’re my grandma.”
“That is a reason why you should,” I said. “You know how much I love you and you know I would never be judgemental.”
“I mean - you would see me naked,” he said, again mumbling.
“So what? Any surprise behind those shorts?”
“Are you serious?” he asked.
“Very - I love you very much, dressed or not.” I could see him
contemplating. The fact that he was thinking about the possibility of
skinny dipping meant to me that he would do it, if not today, then
someday soon. As it turned out, my adventurous grandson decided today
would do. He shrugged his shoulders and got out of his chair and took a
step toward the pool.
“Brett, dear,” I said. “Take your clothes off here, with me.”
He looked at me and took his shirt off. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Very, sweetie,” I said. “I want to see you naked.”
So, standing there and looking me in the eye, Brett slowly pulled his
shorts and boxers down. I looked him right in his eye and then slowly
lowered my gaze so that he knew I was going to look down right at his
sex organ. Oh, and what a sight that was. The lad was a good three
inches long and his balls were prominently displayed in his hairless
scrotum.
“Wow,” I said. “My grandson is beautiful - all over.”
I stood up and kissed him on his blushing cheek. “Now off you go, I
said.” And I watched his butt cheeks bounce around as he walked to the
pool and jumped in. I brought my chair over to the edge so I could
watch him swim. Imagine, I could watch my grandson swim in the nude.
When he came up for air, I asked him if he was going to swim for a while.
“If you didn’t mind,” he said.”Why?”
“I thought I would join you - I will be right back.” I walked to the
downstairs bathroom where I kept my one piece swimming outfit and
quickly changed. When I returned, he did not see me grab my goggles and
slip into the water. Now with great clarity, I could see Brett’s cute
body, watch his ass cheeks swirl, momentarily split open exposing his
butt hole, and watch his penis and testicles bounce this way and that.
It was a beautiful sight.
When we both came up for air and
he saw me with my goggles, he blushed a bright red and lowered his eyes
in embarrassment. I didn’t help him much when I said “You have a cute
package, Brett.”
“Package?” he asked with a confused expression.
“Your sex organ, silly,” I laughed. I dove under to get another peek
but he quickly swam away. For the next few minutes, we chased each
other as Brett relaxed now that he knew that his grandma had seen
everything. When we got out of the pool using the small ladder , I told
him to go first. He knew that he would be exposing his ass and his
hanging balls to me, but he went up first anyway. What a pretty sight
his ass and balls were.
Nor did he object when I grabbed a
towel and began to dry him. He seemed dumbfounded but he no longer
looked confused. His grandmother liked seeing his nakedness and he
accepted that. He jumped a little when I dried his butt, but he closed
his eyes and looked upward as dried his sex. I didn’t actually touch
him since it was the towel drying him off but I enjoyed it anyway. So
did he as I noticed his penis was acquiring a lift of its own. Brett
noticed it and gave me a quick ‘thanks’ and rushed to put his boxers
and shorts on. Once he had covered his precious sex, he looked at me. I
smiled at him, he smiled back, and then left to go upstairs. By the
time I had changed, he was back down, dressed in different and more
substantial clothing. We sat back on our chairs and for the rest of the
night, we acted as if nothing special had happened.
But, of course, something very special had happened, and so a couple of days later, I brought up the subject.
“You aren’t upset about the other night?” I asked.
“Just profoundly embarrassed,” he mumbled.
“You will get over that. Come, have another swim,” I suggested.
“Bathing suit?” he asked.
“Hardly necessary now,” I said. I think he was worrying about the
possibility of getting an erection. So I asked. “Are you concerned you
might get hard?”
Brett’s eyes opened wide and I knew that was exactly what he was concerned about.
“I can’t control it,” he almost yelled.
“I know sweetie,” I said. “And I don’t want you to control it. Let nature take its course. I would love to see you all hard.”
He looked at me for a long time, then got up and soon he was swimming
in the nude. When I got out, I dried him and his penis began to grow.
And for the first time, I touched his sex. He jumped when I grabbed his
growing cock but did nothing to stop me.
“I think you need to
take care of this,” I suggested. He pulled away but I pulled him back.
“No, don’t go upstairs. Let me watch.” And so I got to watch my
fourteen year old grandson masterbate. I saw his balls pull up and
down, and got to see, close up, his perineum and the beginning of his
ass crack. As he got close, his eyes focused on my eyes and then he
groaned - loudly - as I looked down and saw his cum ejaculate from his
super hard penis.
When finished, he took his hand off his
cock and just leaned back in the chair. The look on his face was that
of peace and serenity. “Don’t move sweetie,” I said. I got up and got
some paper towels and then I gently cleaned him up. He looked at me as
I wiped up his cum. He clearly loved it as I carefully cleaned and
fondled his sex organ.
“There I said. Now, Brett, I want you
to remain naked for the rest of the night- you know, so I can admire
you.” And he remained naked and I admired every twist and turn of his
naked body.
Brett remained nude the next day - at my request -
and after dinner, he volunteered to do the dishes. He did wear an apron
for that. While he was at the sink, I put a chair right behind him so
that my eyes were staring right at his ass. I reached between his legs
and gently grabbed his balls. He continued to dry the last dishes as I
fondled his precious testicles.
Then I untied his apron and
turned him around and his cock was hard and pointing right at my face.
He had precum on his pee slit and I licked it off. He really jumped and
I laughed. Grabbing him by his cock, I led him to the sofa where I sat
down. I spread my legs and had him sit in front of me. I then reached
around and began to stroke his impressive, hot, and pulsating penis.
When the time came, he had a most impressive series of spurts as he
spread his semen all over the floor.
During all this, neither of us said a word. When he finished, he said ‘thanks.”
“You enjoyed this?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, grandma,” he whispered.
“So did I, sweetie.”
Brett remained naked for me whenever we were in the house alone. As he
became more relaxed, I was able to touch him at every fleeting moment.
If he was walking by me, for instance, I would stop him and fondle his
balls or tug his penis or squeeze his soft ass cheeks. Just for a few
seconds. Then I would release him and he would continue on his way.
God, I loved that. So did he.
But I had not forgotten my
friends, Peggy, Lauren, Trudy, and Marie. Here I had a beautiful
fourteen year old boy waltzing around the house in the nude. It was
time to share him with my friends. And time to have a discussion with
Brett.
“I’m not sure what you mean?” Brett said. “You have a club? Five middle aged women? And you are their leader?”
“Yes,” I said. “And you will love them. They are a lot of fun.”
“What is it that you all do?” he asked.
“We get boys like you naked and admire you,” I said.
He almost laughed till he saw that I was serious. “You want me to get naked for them?”
“Yes,” I replied. “And once you make friends when school starts, I want
you to include your friends with us.” The smile that crossed his cute
face told me that he was receptive to this idea. I pushed the envelope
a little. “You do like me watching you naked, don’t you?”
“Would I sound like a jerk if I said ‘yes’?” he asked.
“No, you would not. That is kind of natural. You are such a pretty lad
and I want to share you. These ladies are my closest friends and they
want to explore every inch of your body - to see and touch your most
intimate parts.”
It did not take much to convince Brett. He
thought it was all kind of funny. And I guess he knew, deep down, that
no one would make fun of him or of his cock and balls.
That
Friday night, my friends arrived for the weekend. They each had their
own private room and once we had settled down, we waited for Brett to
return from school where he was attending an orientation day for new
students before school began on the following Monday.
When I
picked him up at the school, I could see that he was nervous. “I hope
you aren’t having second thoughts,” I said. “I left my friends relaxing
at the pool and they are looking forward to meeting you.”
“I just feel weird about it,” he said.
“That is okay,” I said encouragingly. “They are going to love you to pieces. How did the orientation go?”
“Very well,” Brett replied, happy with the change of subject. “I am
going to like it there. The teachers seemed nice and I already have
made friends.”
“Really?” I asked surprised, “That was fast.”
“They put us in groups and we stayed together for the day. I think Jerry and I are already best friends.”
I pulled over and parked in a bank lot. I could see possibilities here.
“Tell me about your friends and I will write down their names.” And so
I learned about Jerry Allard, Peter Kingsly, and Connor Mason. I wanted
to ask how good looking they were but he didn’t go into that. But when
he mentioned Susan Farrell and Carol Norton, he was clear that he
thought they were beautiful. All five were Bett’s age (fourteen) and
they were boarding students making it possible that one or all could
stay with us on weekends. Oh, anything was possible.
“And this Jerry is like a best friend?” I asked.
“Too early to tell but you know, sometimes things just click,” he said.
I leaned over and gave my grandson a kiss on his cheek, continued
driving, and we soon arrived at my nice mansion. The smiles on my
friend’s faces when they greeted my pretty Brett was very satisfying.
“Have you been enjoying the water?” I asked. Oh yes, they had.
“Won’t you join us?” Peggy asked Brett.
“Sure,” he replied. “I will go upstairs and change and be right down.”
“Brett,” I said, “no need for that, is there?”
The expression on Brett’s face was priceless. He knew he would
eventually get naked but apparently hadn’t realized it was happening
right away. Doubts? Of course. Embarrassment? Hopefully. The poor boy
just stood there and so I went over and whispered “Shirt off.” And off
it came.
“Why don’t you get naked,” I whispered. Brett gulped
and slipped his shorts and boxers down. My beautiful grandson,
completely nude, stood before my friends. His face was beet red as he
watched the ladies check out his cute sex organ. The pool room was
silent. Then suddenly, the ladies grabbed Brett and they all jumped
into the pool.
While they all swam around, I got things ready
for evening drinks. Soon they all got out of the water and dried
themselves. Brett had lost his self consciousness and quickly relaxed.
As the only one naked, he was careful not to glorify his nudity (we had
talked about that - flaunting his cock and balls could be a big turn
off).
But soon, each lady wanted a closer inspection. Peggy
sat down and asked Brett to come over. When he did, his sex was
directly opposite her face. “Just relax,” she said. She first cupped
Bett’s balls in the palm of her hand and then squeezed his penis.
Brett’s gasp when she touched him was audible. But he didn’t pull back.
I was so proud of my grandson. Sure he was enjoying all the attention
being on him and his sex organ, but it still was embarrassing for him,
especially with his grandma watching him as his sex was fondled. I
watched as each of my friends fondled his most intimate parts but I
focused on his cute face. Often his eyes were closed as he just enjoyed
the feeling of his penis and testicles being lovingly manipulated. A
couple of times he opened his eyes and noticed that I was looking at
him. He blushed and quickly looked away. So cute.
Interestingly, while Brett remained naked when just the two of us were
in the mansion, he did get dressed when it was time for dinner. Indeed,
he remained dressed most of the time for the weekend. But every once in
a while, one of my friends asked him to strip his clothes off and he
complied without question. For instance, he played ping ball with us
while in the nude. We all enjoyed watching his balls bounce all around.
Finally, the weekend ended and Peggy, Lauren, Trudy and Marie returned
to their homes. For Brett and me, the weekend ended when he said he was
going to shower and then go to bed. I followed him upstairs and told
him that I would undress him. He seemed taken aback and stood there as
I got him beautifully naked. Then I washed him in the shower, giving
special attention to his pretty sex and his soft bottom, for the first
time thoroughly cleaning his butt crack. He jumped when I circled his
hole. I thought he might have an erection but he controlled that (as he
did all weekend). I tucked him to bed and sat by him until he fell
asleep. My pretty grandson was beginning school the next day and it was
important for him to get a good sleep.
The school year began
successfully. Like all good looking students (he was a freshman at
Tamiami Academy), he was popular. But he stayed within his tight group
with Jerry, Connor, Susan, and Carol (the five members of his ‘Pod’).
His friendship with Jerry deepened which concerned me a little. Why?
Because Brett told me that Jerry was gay. I was sure that Brett was not
gay so I asked Brett if he was comfortable that his friend was
homosexual.
“Of course,” Brett replied. “Jerry is quite open about it.”
“It doesn’t bother you?” I asked.
“Why should it?” he said. “I am not planning to have sex with him so
his sexuality is his business, not mine. And he knows that I like
girls.”
We talked a bit further but I was proud that my
grandson was so open minded. There was no hate in his heart. He
admitted that Jerry could not hide that there was a physical aspect to
Jerry’s fondness for him but Jerry controlled that very well.
I felt bad for Jerry. How he must yearn for Brett, to touch him all
over, and to be denied. Well, it is no more my business than anyone’s,
and I was glad that the two boys were best friends.
I also decided that Jerry would be our next target. So I asked Brett if he wouldn’t like to have Jerry over for the weekend.
“After all, he is a boarder and he might like a home cooked meal and a comfortable bed to sleep in.”
“In his own room, too,” Brett laughed. “After all, you have a lot of bedrooms in this place.”
“Do you think he will get naked?”
“In front of you?” Brett asked. “I don’t know. I suppose if I was naked he might. Would you like that, grandma?”
“I would indeed. Two naked boys for the weekend? Sounds like paradise.”
As expected, Jerry jumped at the prospect of spending the weekend at
Brett’s grandmother’s mansion with its pool. It certainly beat
dormitory life at school. I picked both boys up at the end of school on
Friday. Let me tell you, Jerry Allard was one beautiful boy. Tousled
curly hair, cute face, nice body (which was too much covered by
clothing). I couldn’t wait to see his sex organ. I wondered if his cock
was bigger than Brett’s.
I would have to wait till Saturday to
find out since the boys swam with bathing suits covering their intimate
areas. We still had fun on Friday as Jerry was very outgoing and he and
Brett clearly enjoyed each other’s company. We laughed, played games,
and ate well. Saturday morning was devoted to working on a project the
boys had for science class which they finished up around 10:30.
“Boys,” I said, “time for a swim before lunch?”
They both smiled and Jerry began to go upstairs to change into his
bathing suit. Brett grabbed him and led him to the pool. I stayed
behind to prepare lunch.
“Jerry,” Brett said as they headed to
the indoor pool. “This is going to sound a little weird but we are
going skinning dipping.” Now, I could see and hear them from the
kitchen and I saw Jerry’s face light up. I assumed that he was excited
that he might finally see his best friend in the nude.
I
missed the rest of the conversation as I got a phone call from Peggy.
Brett told me that Jerry and he stripped and they each looked at the
other’s cock and then laughed. Jerry apologized to Brett for staring at
his cock and balls. Brett told him that was fine - he knew that Jerry
was gay. Anyway, when I next looked they were both in the pool. I
finished preparing the sandwiches and brought lunch into the pool room
and placed it on the table.
“Time to get out and eat, boys,” I shouted.
I could see Jerry freeze. He looked at Brett. “We can’t get out now - we are naked.”
“That is the way grandma likes it,” Brett said laughing. And just like
that my grandson pulled himself out of the pool and Jerry could see
that his buddy was naked in front of his grandma.
“Come along,
Jerry,” I said. “No secrets around here.” Brett helped pull his friend
out of the pool and there it was - a perfectly formed male of fourteen
years standing in front of me with the most precious parts of his body
on full display. And yes, Jerry’s penis was a bit longer than my
grandson’s. But that is okay - I love variety.
I grabbed a towel and went straight to the profoundly embarrassed boy and said, “Jerry, just stand there and I will dry you.”
I could see the boy was shocked - he just stood there dumbfounded. He
never said a word or moved his hands while I dried his body. I squeezed
his butt and gently fondled his cock and balls with the towel. I looked
up and Jerry was just staring at Brett with his eyes wide with wonder.
“Now, Jerry,” I said after the quick dry, “you may dry Brett.” Both
boys guffawed at that. I gave Jerry a new towel and said “Get at it -
lunch is waiting.” Jerry walked over to his wet friend.
“Are you okay with this?” Jerry asked Brett.
“Yes, I guess so,” Brett said, almost in a whisper.
So Jerry, a gay boy, dried his straight friend. He was so gentle and
Brett just stood there. “Brett, honey,” I said, “why don’t you place
your hands on the top of your head so that Jerry can do a thorough
job.” My grandson gulped but did place his hands up. What a beautiful
picture. One boy, completely naked, being dried by another naked boy.
When Jerry got to his friend’s genitals, he hesitated. “Go ahead,” I
said, “but be gentle.” The room was silent. Brett clearly was enjoying
being dried off by someone else, and Jerry was in seventh heaven doing
the drying. I could see how gentle Jerry was when he dried my
grandson’s balls. I decided to go for it all.
I walked over
and took the towel away from him. “Jerry,” I said, “you can touch Brett
if you want. He will not mind as you are his best friend.” I wasn’t
sure if Brett minded or not so I looked at him. “For Jerry,” I said. He
nodded his head and I kissed him on his cheek.
“Go ahead, Jerry,” I said.
“You sure?” Jerry asked Brett.
“I am,” Brett said with hesitation. “But you are the only boy I would let do this.”
Jerry got on his knees and reached out and touched his friend’s penis.
He rubbed his finger over Brett’s pee slit while his other hand cradled
and massaged his friend’s delicate balls. I could see from Brett’s
expression that he was enjoying being touched by Jerry’s soft hands. I
could also see that Brett’s penis was beginning to respond to Jerry’s
gentle massage.
Suddenly Jerry stopped and stood up. Both boys
were fully erect with their cocks pointing out. “Brett,” I asked, “did
you want Jerry to stop?”
Brett paused. Perhaps if Jerry was a
girl he would not hesitate. But this was his best friend - Jerry. He
loved Jerry but not in the way Jerry loved him. But Jerry’s hands felt
so good when playing with his sex.
“Jerry,” I said, “you aren’t going to leave your friend like this, are you?”
Brett laughed at that. No, I’m sure he was thinking - no, I don’t want to be left like this.
“Jerry,” I said, “why don’t you take Brett in your mouth and give him some relief?”
Jerry looked at Brett for some kind of affirmation. Brett gave him more
than that. “Jerry, will you suck me off?” Not waiting for an answer,
Brett placed his hand on Jerry’s head pushing his friend down on his
knees. Brett then pushed Jerry’s head toward him so that his lips were
just a millimeter from his cock.
Breathlessly, I watched as
Jerry engulfed my grandson’s magnificent erection into his mouth.
Brett’s groans were very audible as he gently began to pump his penis
in and out. I got behind my grandson and placed my finger down his butt
crack and began to massage with a pretty little butt hole. I even
pushed my finger in a little. I could tell my grandson was losing it.
His legs seem to wobble a little. His groans came faster and louder. He
could feel my finger inside his ass and his penis inside his best
buddy’s mouth. The explosion, when it came, was so profound that Brett
yelled out in joy. Jerry, beside himself with wonder, took in his
buddy’s semen, spurt after spurt. Jerry relished the taste and the
thick texture of Brett’s essence.
I had placed my free hand on
my grandson’s chest to steady him and I could feel his heart pumping.
When he had emptied his balls, Brett’s body relaxed and his heart
slowed down. I held him up. I released my finger from his ass and Jerry
released his friend’s penis and swirled his buddy’s cum in his mouth. I
laughed and helped Brett sit down.
But Jerry still had a
problem. He remained fully erect and in some pain. “Come here, Jerry,”
I said. “Let grandma give you some relief.” I sat on the big leather
chair and indicated that he was to sit in front of me between my legs.
As he sat down, his ass cheeks split and I got a look at his crack.
God, was that hot.
Once he was settled down, I reached
around and took Jerry’s penis in one hand and palmed his sweet balls in
the other. Brett, exhausted and sitting in his chair, stared intently
as his grandmother stroked the pulsating penis of his best friend. Soon
Jerry began to groan and then began to shout as I felt his sperm
transport through his throbbing cock. Spurt after spurt ejaculated from
Jerry’s penis landing on the floor.
We spent a couple of
minutes, all three of us, without moving. Just resting, just
recovering. Then I said, “Brett, why don’t you get a towel and clean up
Jerry cum from the floor. And Jerry, why don’t you help him.”
Jerry got up and I got another close (and quick) view of his ass. I
watched as the boys, on their knees, cleaned up the floor. Then, as
they remained naked, we sat around for lunch.
Suddenly, Brett said “That was fucking awesome.”
“And you fucking taste so good,” Jerry said.
Yes, it was fucking awesome. And the future looked bright. Soon the
ladies would enjoy these two boys who each looked like Adonis. And they
each had three more friends - Connor, Susan, and Carol - whom I hadn’t
seen yet. Oh, yes. As great as this morning has been, it was only the
beginning.
{End of Chapter 1}