Finally, I shrugged indifference and told him that he would not be the first naked man I'd seen.Finally, I shrugged indifference and told him that he would not be the first naked man I'd seen. I'm sure he assumed that I'd seen my father, but the truth was -- I'd never seen a live naked man in my life! I pretended not to watch him as he undressed, but I did. He obviously wasn't interested in watching me, and that made me more than a little unhappy. But as I watched him, I quickly got over it. His body was gorgeous! He looked almost as strong as his horse and I'm still not sure which expectation excited me more -- riding naked or being naked with him. As soon as I put my arms around him, I was no longer in doubt. The feel of both hard bodies against my bare skin was just too much, and as we rode, I let one hand drop lower. Today, when I masturbate, I still think about that first afternoon and his wonderful mouth. My understanding of sexual matters, at the time, was almost nothing. |