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I'm not doing that!" I yelled. Sounds like you're starting to like it," said Colin. What do you want me to do?" Colin pulled down his pants in the back, his thick ass jiggling as he did so. I have such a fun weekend planned for us." Colin stood up and came to stand in front of me. Only this time, he sat sideways, his hairy back in front of my face.

Another fart, a long one. On the yacht, under the sun, even the Bangboo has no clue what he’s missing.

It’s just supposed to be a vacation. "If you try to run, I'll kick your ass." He changed positions so that he was lying on top of me, his ass on my crotch and his feet in my face. After a few hours, it was settled.

He went back to his old position, swinging his legs off the front of the couch. Really get in there and sniff it." I hesitated, then I put my nose partially in his crack. I didn’t like this one bit. He pulled his pants up, and I got to my feet. "How do you like that?" "I'm done," I said, putting my fork down.

I guess I had to take the torture. "You don't want my ass as a cuddle buddy." I hurried upstairs and locked the door of my bedroom before Colin could follow. The smell wasn't too bad, because Matt actually showered sometimes. I grasped his ankle and brought the foot closer to my face. Colin let go of his fart, a really wet one.

Sweat-slicked skin, laughter, first times, forbidden touches, jealousy, and hungry mouths—no secret, no part of each other left unexplored. He was wearing only a pair of bright yellow gym shorts, his pale, doughy form shirtless and his big feet bare.

I couldn't let anyone see that. We're men.