I went to the stile he’d pointed to and stretched myself over it. The stile was cold and wet from a recent rain. I shivered as my naked body touched it, as much from fear as from the cold. I could see him cutting a switch from one of the youngest trees.
I spent hours jerking off thinking about what it must have been like for Randy. The fact that Peter’s few slaps had turned him on was revealing. I kept getting hard-on after hard-on as I imagined getting what I imagined Randy had got in jail.
Weekend after next would work for a sleepover. My parents are definitely going to be away. But I’m not sure it’s a good idea. I have to admit I’m more than a little frightened of what you might do this time, Sir, now that I know it’ll be a lot harder.