Queer bent bastard

However, I noticed that Kyle was still sitting on the edge of the pool, kind of staring at the water, and only glancing our way once in a while. Kent noticed too and went over and sat down beside him. He said something to him and Kyle glanced at me quickly and then gave Kent a very small, shy smile. After a couple more minutes, Kent got up and reached out to him. Kyle looked at his hand for a few seconds, then finally took it and pulled himself up. He followed Kent back to the sitting area and sat in one of the lounge chairs. He was just to my right and a little behind me. Kent grabbed him a Sprite and sat back down on the other side of me. We chatted a bit more. Kyle gave one-word answers if he was asked a question, but otherwise he was quiet.

Suddenly, Kent got up and yelled, “Pool time!” He grabbed my right hand and Kyle’s left and ran for the pool, dragging us along with him. He didn’t let go until he jumped into the pool, so Kyle and I had no choice but to follow and jump in on either side of him. Within five seconds, everyone was in the pool, splashing and laughing. Even Kyle had a grin on his face. Just as suddenly as we were dragged into the pool, Jamie slapped Kent’s shoulder, yelled, “Tag, you’re it!” and dove under the water. Everyone splashed Kent and began to swim away from him. I was now involved in a game of water tag, whether I wanted to be or not, so I swam as hard as I could away from Kent. Once Kent had recovered from the splashing and could see again, he began to tread water and slowly turn, watching each of us and how we were positioned, as he plotted who would be his first victim.