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moved across, soaping his nipples his mind went back to just the other weekend down at the local swimming hole.

Mason continued to rub his hands in a circular motion as his mind flashed back to the encounter. He had been swimming earlier in the morning, enjoying the solitude and the crispness of the spring water. It was cold and yet it seemed to waken his spirits up.

He had climbed up a small rock outcropping to let the noon sun warm his body and dry him off. As he lay there he dozed, fantasizing about who else, but Cory. Mason fell asleep to those thoughts and woke to the sounds of people laughing and splashing.

Mason had struggled to wake up and he could tell that he had a good dream; his Speedo’s were still stretched tight from his erect penis. He listened and looked down at the water to see several guys frolicking in the water.

His gaze turned towards the big tree that over hung the water's edge and he saw a tall figure standing there, in a pair of dark colored tight swimming trunks. He could tell by the long hair hanging down that it was Cory.

This was the first time that he had ever seen Cory without pants on. He had seen his bare chest before, and each time it had led him to a massive erection that only a good hand job could relieve. Now he was actually able to see the rest, and, as he suspected, Cory was not a small boy in the crotch department.

As his brain continued to reel the scene across his memory, his hands started their inevitable march towards his aroused cock.

His brain flashed back to how even from so far away, he could tell that Cory was well endowed. He wondered just how big he was and just as he was now fondling his cock, then too he had his hand pulling on his stiff cock. Stroking it as he watched Cory direct people, laugh and toss his hair around as he just seemed to enjoy the whole afternoon.

With each laugh, each toss, Mason's hands moved faster along his thick hard cock shaft, pulling it as he watched. He recalled how when Cory laughed, he could see the sun glare off the perfect white teeth, and how it dazzled him and made him pull even harder on his own cock. Stroking it ever so hard, squeezing it tight in his hand as he watched with his mouth open, his tongue going to and fro along his lips, saliva dripping out along the edges of his mouth. Mason had always had a thing for Cory, ever since sixth grade when Cory had stopped some guy from pounding the shit out of him for sitting in his spot on the school bus. Since then they had known each other but never socialized together, which Mason knew was his own damn fault. If only he had liked sports or better yet had good looks, maybe then he would be friends with Cory now.

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