Instead, he aimed the camera between the massive legs and pushed the button. He was carrying a Polaroid camera, having gone out to take some pictures of an old boat that had washed ashore.
Nearly salivating, Brain wanted to run his fingers along the beefy legs and touch the exposed dickhead. Oh my God! Not believing his good fortune, Brain froze in place before realizing that Ted’s breathing indicated a deep sleep. His bare fur-covered chest and legs glistened under sweat droplets, and obscenely short cut-off jeans stood proud of skin by a few critical inches, revealing the mushroom head of Ted’s cock.
Oh glory be that day.īrian came across Ted lying on an empty, desolate beach. Yet, all this was to no avail.Īnd then it happened. Instead, he planned his life around Ted’s comings and goings, desperately hoping that he’d catch his mature friend – accidentally of course – in the nude. Of course, he dared not do any of these things. He longed to caress the stubble-covered face, drag his tongue across Ted’s hairy chest, grab Ted’s bulging crotch, and to paw the best ass he’d ever seen. A man, to Brian’s distress, that he found himself attracted to. Brian was eighteen and still looked like a boy (he didn’t even shave yet!) but Ted was a man and looked like one. Brian had been surprised that he and Ted were friends, as Ted was four years older – four years of difference.
