Queer bent bastard

Kent also gave me a quick glance before I got my trunks on. “Holy shit, that’s some bruise,” he stated as he looked at the bruise on my hip. “Did I do that?” he asked.

“Actually, I think it was your Mustang,” I replied, laughing.

“Whoa, that’s gotta hurt, man,” he said. “I’ve had some pretty good bruises from football, but nothing like that.”

“It hurt pretty good for a couple of days, but it’s not bad now,” I replied.

“Good, ‘cause I wouldn’t want it to spoil your day,” he said.

“It won’t,” I assured him.

As soon as we stepped out of the pool house, I was introduced to his brother, Jamie, who was almost identical to Kent except for his black hair and vivid blue eyes, and then to Jamie’s girlfriend, Karen, who was absolutely beautiful. Next, I was introduced to Kent’s sister, Sandy, who was a feminine version of Kent. We all said, “Hi, it’s good to meet you,” or similar, when someone suddenly popped up out of the water and onto the side of the pool. A few seconds later, I was being introduced to their cousin, Kyle, who, up until that moment, had been swimming the length of the pool underwater.