Yes, everything got turned into trunks in the US release, but he definitely had some little briefs over in Japan. Bara artists need to take more advantage of that. No one had invited Harry, but since his brother was hosting the party, Harry just showed up wearing his swimsuit. Stan and Harry came from money, and while Stan got a job, Harry just sat at home, ordering hookers and take-out. So when he invited all of us for a reunion of sorts at his new villa, none of us hesitated for a second before booking our plane tickets.
For the first few days, we walked around town by day and reminisced over drinks at night. A crush that I still had today as a recent divorcee. On the day before we left to head home, Harry showed up unannounced carrying a giant suitcase. He immediately raided the wine cooler, and he was drunk by lunch when we all decided to relax by the pool. Right as I came outside, I saw Harry run up behind Stan and pull his swim trunks down to his knees.
As if in slow motion, I stared at his perfect ass, still tight after decades of cycling every weekend. He turned to swat Harry away, and I got a glimpse at his bush above the base of what looked like a girthy dick. All of those feelings came rushing back, and I almost dropped my beer on the stone patio.
Somehow, I stayed still, pretending to laugh along with the guys. Even Stan cracked a smirk and bowed to all of us before submerging into the hot tub. He then looked over at me, and I saw him catch my eye in a private moment. His smirk was back, and I looked down to see what he was looking at. As tight as my speedo was, I was still rock hard enough to be pitching a tent in the pale blue fabric. In the glare of the Italian sun, I could clearly see the head of my cock pressed against the thin fabric, and I held my beer in front of me to try and mask my desire.
Stumbling back inside, I tried to calm myself down by splashing cold water on my face in the kitchen sink. How could I be so stupid to possibly ruin our friendship? And in such an embarrassing fashion…. I thought I saw you just grab a new beer. I was speechless, and as I stood there stammering for some excuse, Stan had that smirk on his face as he stood there so at ease.
He stepped forward, and I backed against the fridge, feeling the cold steel against my sunburned back. I mean, who gets pantsed anymore? So juvenile… unless both people like it. My mouth was on his, and he was pushing against me, years of tension being released as our tongues rolled around each other.
My hands clamored to feel every muscle that I had admired, and his grabbed my ass to pull me closer to him. My leg was hiked up around his waist, and I felt his own cock stiffening against me. Grabbing my thigh, he effortlessly pulled me off my feet, and I was carried next door to one of the empty bedrooms on the main floor. Thrown down on the bed, I stared up at him stripping those shorts off again. And then, he was on top of me again, and as he began kissing down my chest, I made a mental note to actually thank Harry for all of this later.
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