The River

Brian and Wes sat at the end of a dock on the Waterswallow river. Brian, a boy in his early twenties wore nothing but denim cutoffs as did his younger brother, Wes. For years since his early teens, Brian would come out to this river bank and fish for hours completely secluded. Today, he decided to bring some company.

They were both clad only in very short denim cutoffs, barely hiding their thick cocks beneath. They’d wear less, as Brian often fished naked, but modesty got the best of them.

“Why do they call this Waterswallow river?”

Brian laughed. “There’s a species of birds, the water swallow, that was first discovered here.”

“Oh.”