I’ve got this thing for redheads, It’s weird, you see, because before the first time I went to bed I with one, I couldn’t stand the thought of touching one. I mean, that pale skin, the different look about them, the unrealness, I guess, turned me off.
Then one day. my older brother asked a friend of his from out of town to come and stay with us a while, and I got to know the stud, and the better I knew him the more I liked him, and the better I liked him the more curious I got about him. Like, I’d find myself wondering how he looked naked, what his body was like, and whether or not that big bulge at his crotch was really what it looked like, out it was padding.
Well, one afternoon, after Cass had been staying with us for about a week, my brother, Andy, had something he had to do, and that left me and Cass (his real, full name was Sean Cassidy, and his butch buddies must have thought Sean a little fem, so they dubbed him Cass) on our own. We decided to go swimming, and as we started off for the lake, something inside me started to working, and I knew this wasn’t going to be just another every-day, afternoon social jaunt.