Gay in the pool why not

Warning This text contains 17-year-old gay content. My dream is not my mother, Agatha Christie, nor my father. It shows gays and it is very good in crowded cities. Last week, when I went to the pool, I thought, why not be gay here? I do not have a place. I want to go out. My family is harassing me. So I went to the pool. I was walking when I went to the shower, I chose two showers that were in the corner and next to each other, but well, the shower in the pool was a layer of iron between them, but they were not stretched down to the bottom and they were 50 to 60 cm from the bottom because I was thin. I lie down under it, I go there in that shower, and that day I made such inquiries. Be proud. Find and okay and let's create an epic next to youHornet, I was a good 20-year-old boy, so I went to the pool and told him the story in the telegram. Next week, we went to the pool. We arrived first. Dad, his body was white, he was fleshier than me. I'm 55 kg. Then we went to the shower, he went to the first shower, I locked the second door, and I left my shower open so that no one would be wasted. I got up, he hugged me, I kissed him, he kissed me, I put my hand on his waist, he took my waist with his long, soft hands. It was me. He gently pushed my head down. I sucked down when he sucked I was looking up and down. It was very sexy. I was looking into his eyes. We were looking at his face. How he was pressing his lips. He lifted me up and started stroking me. He stroked me for a quarter of an hour and when he got close to me, I knelt down and poured it on my face. I ate one of them. We came out together, we swam for a while, we came out of the pool, I came back, we fried potatoes, we bought them, and we went back together for a while, and we said goodbye, and we left. I scattered, not from this great one, I wrote the great one.