Pulling the flat-head screwdriver from his pack, he carefully pried the button off the ball so that is was just hanging from three wires braided toget...her. Grabbing a jeweller's screwdriver from one of the pockets in his armor, he adjusted the magnification settings on his helmet to 10x. Carefully, he began adjusting settings inside the small ball.He never noticed the door slowly swinging open or the hulking armored man creeping through the doorway."Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The. I slowly walked to a urinal and took my time pissing my hard-onaway. "Hey Daniel, get over hear" The coach bellowed as we were allheading for the showers after a so-so practice. "Yea coach what's up?" "What about that suite we spoke of last week. You are practicallyfalling out of this one." He said with a tone of discussed. I looked down at my Speedo, and he was pretty much correct. Most ofmy wet pubic hairs were exposed, and the top of my flaccid downward facingcock was. While there were lots of kisses exchanged, both seemed quite content to curl up on his chest and enjoy the closeness. In no time at all, the three were lost in the land of dreams.The chronometer in the main cabin read eight o'clock as Brandon stumbled out of bed the next morning on his way to the head. As much as he'd rather have returned to the comfort of their berth afterwards, there was the matter of the antenna mount's repair to be taken care of that morning, and he started the coffee. We had agreed to drive together and when he came out of his house wearing a suit and tie and black Italian leather shoes, I almost creamed in my pants. He had put gel in his hair and trimmed his beard and looked fucking hot. He had also applied some nice, masculine cologne and smelled great. I looked directly into his steel blue eyes, shook his hand, pulled him in for a hug and said, “Looking good old man.” He playfully responded, “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.” My attention was.