Colt didn't even notice.The next day, we essentially put ourselves into that same scenario. The only difference being, something actually happened. I ...was leaning in on Colt and just stared at his awkward, lanky freshman frame. His bronzed skin had me all dizzy and confused. The shorts weren't helping me control myself. He was a swimmer, the tan line wasn't even visible up his thigh."Colt, do you ever feel like a liar?" We always asked these strange questions to one another. Colt was a really. He sort of expected them to be grabbing at him, demanding he get dressed so they could go out and get food for lunch. But they just hung onto him, one on each arm, continuing the lovely giggling he loves so much."You missed a swell time Steve," Judy said leaning over and giving him a sweet peck on his cheek."Sorry," he replied. "I just had to work on this for a while." So, whatcha doin', " asked Sam."Oh. I've been writing game software since I was 16 and, well, I'm pretty good at it," he told. But still we never talked about men’s or women’s private parts. The reference were in general. Those were called dirty words and we never dared to use them even among friends.Reading these stories, I introduced 2 more friends of mine into it and we 3 are now regular readers of this site. We were reading some stories of various men and imagined ourselves to be in those position and enjoyed the fantasy. Slowly among my 2 friends and myself started to talk of various stories and conversation. Then she closed it back up and set it aside just as the music came on. It was Techno, but not the frenetic, heart-attack-inducing stuff; it was medium-light with a solid, slow beat. My wife moaned, "Oooh, yeah!" as her hips started rocking to the beat, and she slid her arms sensually up above her head. I was already sitting in a comfortable, lounging armchair and our two new friends sat down across from me, ready to enjoy some good beats and maybe have a conversation. Little did they know, they.