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On a cool late-summer night, my friend and I waded naked into a warm (so warm that steam rose from it) swimming pool. When we found shoulder-deep water, my friend rested his head on the side of the pool and grasped the edge with his hands.
He let his hips float up. I float-walked between his legs and supported his lower back on my arms. He wrapped his thighs around my shoulders.
Can you picture it? Can you imagine how easily from this position I could pull his cock toward my mouth, lower my head almost into the water, and then suck him as he floated in front of me?
This picture I will remember forever. Warm water lit by an almost-full moon. His muscular arms bent back behind his head, elbows pointed toward the sky. Water washing periodically over his lower belly as I stroked his cock with my mouth.
And most of all, the look on his face. I watched his face as he watched mine, because that’s just what we do. I’m happy to report that it is possible to smile around a cock–a quite large cock–without much effort at all. I never knew that before him.
In 50 years, I hope to rock gently in a creaky chair and remember the bright water puddling on his chest, the wet shiny muscles of his arms, the way his cock laid out hard against his belly, the taste of the water as I moved my mouth closer to his body, and the look of enjoyment on his face.
I hope my memory lasts that long.
Maybe one of my 20-something readers will graciously offer to sit next to me a half-century in the future and whisper these reminders (loudly) into my nearly-deaf ear? I’ll share my afghan and even my glass of watered-down orange juice with someone generous enough to volunteer.
I want to remember.

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