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He asked Cory if he wanted to come up to the house and have a cold drink and maybe listen to some music for a bit

Cory turned to him, looking deep into his eyes. Mason fiddled and squirmed under this gaze, and he was sure that Cory could see his hard on. Would he tumble to Mason's secret thoughts? Finally he spoke, accepting the offer.

Slowly they walked up to the main house. As they passed what is now referred to as the Guest House, Cory asked him about it. Mason told him it was the original house until his Grandpa decided it wasn't big enough for them. Now it was hardly ever used, except the odd time when George was in town for any length of time.

Mason surprised himself at how much he yapped on the way to the house. Cory admired the old house and said it had to be cool to be able to have a place to go to and be on your own. Finally they arrived at the main house and Mason quickly grabbed a few cold drinks of coca cola and headed up the back stairs to his room, with Cory trailing behind.

Cory admired the room and how much space there was. He commented on how he lived at home with his three brothers and one sister and there was never any private space. He shared his room with one of his brothers, Paul, who was 12. Cory talked for a bit about his home, how he never had any privacy and how he couldn't even dress without tripping over his brother's toys or dirty clothes.

Mason watched in awe as Cory talked about his home life, as if he, Mason was his best bud. He also watched the way he moved, as Cory walked around his room, checking out his desk, his book shelf and more. He thought he would faint when he tossed Mason's blue briefs off the chair and sat down to look at Mason, sitting on the bed.

Cory had put some music on and they listened to it for a while. Mason hadn’t a clue as to what was playing; his mind was too busy drinking in all of Cory. The way he talked, the way he walked, the way he sat, the way he drank, just everything and Cory still had his shirt off.

The music stopped and Cory looked back over to Mason, as if to say, what next, when he just got up and peered out the window. With his back to Mason he softly spoke.

"So, just what do you do up on those rocks over the swimming hole Mason?" he asked.

Mason almost fell off the bed with that question. How could he answer that one? How could he tell this hot stud that he sat up there watching him, jerking off to his body?

He swallowed hard several times before answering, "Nothing, just taking in the sun," was all he could finally get out.

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