First-person Outdoor Perspective
0 They masturbated while sniffing each other socks and staring madly on their penises, bare feet and socks. “The beers will wait!” he said, when seeing Quintin’s pants and underwear down to his ankles already. At 3:17 PM Gabriel phoned that he and Thomas were at the train station. Continue reading at 10)
10) Gabriel was more than a little eager to start. Continue reading at 10)
10) Gabriel was more than a little eager to start. “I like to watch you. Not that.”
“I understand. “Want a beer?”
While Nicholas opened the fridge, Quintin looked at Nicholas’ bare feet and grabbed his own crotch. They rolled in the grass. He lived very close by and went by foot. They waited the last hour while playing together with the gaming console. Quintin’s bare feet, clean and dry, left no mark and not sound except a faint tip-toe when walking behind Nicholas on the white tiled floor. *The main theme of this story is socks, either clean or reasonably dirty.*
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