I pushed in slowly, allowing his hole time to adjust for an object of this magnitude. Fortunately for us, no one was sitting besides us, so I unzipped his pants and popped out his dick. “You and William Shatner” I counter-replied, although it made no sense at all. When he tried, I pushed him back down. It was more like a social gathering than a swim lesson; we used this to our advantage and discussed which girls we thought would “doink” us. “Come on,” I said, rushing him upstairs. Sliding down his Abercrombie and Fitch jeans, yes, until I met those fruitful Calven Klein Boxers. “C-cup- the bigger boobs always look fake. “I’ll never tell…”
“Ugh, fine.” I replied, with the little bit of hope that it might have been me now gone. I slinked off to the bathroom as to hide my boner, which would have become more than obvious if he should have looked.
