Johnny was obviously checking him out, so Steve returned the favor. Johnny was almost 'boyish', with a few of the stereotypical mannerisms of the 'fra...il gay guy'. He had laugh lines around his eyes, but they weren't laughing now. His eyes were empty of hope, but he seemed relieved that Steve had treated him as a human being, and somewhat surprised. They each looked aside at same moment, and Steve found a seat. Johnny sat down on a chair across from him.Steve was sorry for him. The lesbians had. .. I was like 12 and i was starting to grow some hair down there and my boobs was growing too. I started liking boys and i was looking on the interwebz for stuff and i saw a picture of a guy n he was naked. I felt a wet spot on my panties but i didnt piss so i was like wtf? Like every other girl i touched myself down there to see what the hell was going on and when i stuck a finger in my pussy it hurt n i cried. My dad heard and came in and saw me crying with my jeans off and my panties down to. Yeah, like a lot of retired people. Don't knock it, we've had fun.But the most fun was this year, near the end of summer. Was it ever.We were on the way back home from a fairly long trip, now on the final leg, the last stop, where we would spend a few days before making the final four hundred miles home.We got everything situated and were sitting outside enjoying a glass of wine when the couple from the next hookup site came over and introduced themselves. They, like us, were retired, he was. ?You’re too tall, be a dear and on all four like a bull. Mother will do the rest.?She took the hose and sprayed him full blast of cold water, ?don’t make a fuss, you’re a big boy!? She passed the bar soap all over, missing not the tiniest of cavity, between his tights, much attention on his balls, pulled back his thick fat foreskin to which his cock got hard, ?A foot long like your father’s.? The hose returned but this time in the asshole it went, ?an enema in the morning, lady doctor’s.