Come Saturday evening, as usual, we got high as kites. I had a good amount of privacy occupying the attic of my parent’s house, which was converted... into a bedroom and a seating area. Austin and I had spent many afternoons and weekends listening to music and getting high up there.~~~From meeting Austin’s parents, and knowing a little about the regiment of his parochial schooling, I think even masturbation was considered taboo. So, even if I did make a move on him, I hoped he wouldn’t get mad. He walked out and stood behind me, I could feel the dock shake as he got close. He was shy. Can’t blame him. 24 years old and me twice his age. He’d been in the service, just returned home this summer. His hair was still really short.With my clothes laying on the dock I dove in. Swam underwater for a few feet, then came up and shook my hair out. I turned to the dock. He was just taking off his socks. His dick hung long, it looked like he might be a little aroused. He stood up, walked awkwardly. If I'd figured these two fixed guns out earlier, our tactical problems getting around Fort Steele could have been avoided and the fortified town would have become a smoking maelstrom of fire and glassy rubble.True, it did take these front two barrels nearly half an hour afterwards to stop glowing cherry red. A second volley taken anytime sooner might have melted the entire front end off of the Pig. Clearly, this was an 'oh shit' weapon of limited use ... and preferably just one barrel at a. When I had started coming up to her home these past three weekends she had often caught me sneaking glances at her and I could have sworn that her attire had got more provocative and skimpy each successive weekend. At the time I just brushed it off as her being comfortable enough around me to wear what she wanted. That Friday I pulled up to her house about seven and she greeted me outside as usual. Usually her greeting also came with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but this time she kissed me on.