Summer Fun
“When are you going to take those swimming trunks off?” I asked Ben. “I dunno… maybe later,” he responded. “You say that every time we come here and you never do!” We were at the clothing-optional beach in the middle of the woods, a few miles from our houses. It was late in the day, and we were alone. Everything was bathed in golden, late-summer sunshine as the day lazily slipped away and evening crawled closer to us. The still-warm barbeque that had been used earlier in the day was quietly...
Straight Sex