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I never felt such pain!” At least I knew shaved why he couldn’t swim. “Just try to relax,” I reassured him, “I’m here now and I’ll get you back to safety, don’t worry.” I positioned myself behind him and with one arm occasionally supporting his back and my other keeping his face out of the water, I did my best imitation of a frog, kicking backwards for all I was worth for the shore. Fortunately, we left the tell-tale purple sail of the culprit behind and I was relieved that we weren’t dragging it with us; though what tentacles were still attached to his body remained to be discovered when we got back to the beach. As we got into the shallows, it became more difficult to keep control of him but somehow I managed to get in-between the rocks and onto the sand, where I had to drag him backwards out of the water. Luckily, teens he was able to get up onto one leg and, with his teen good arm over my neck for support, I was able to get him back up the beach to where I had been sitting, just below the fort. I sat him down on my towel and, with a groan, he collapsed onto his back. He was still fully clothed; in his “X-Men” t-shirt that clung tight to his rippled chest and his blue shorts; blue designer shorts that now clung even more tightly to every curve and bulge of his thighs and groin. I was getting a hard-on just looking at him. But all down one arm, he was covered in red welts and there were bits of tentacle still attached to his shirt around his midriff and down one side of his shorts. There were more red welts on the lower part of his “good” arm and hand, where he had obviously tried to pull bits off himself in the water. In my back-pack I carried a small first-aid kit and I retrieved it and knelt beside him, as I took tweezers and began to carefully pick off all the bits of tentacle I could find and any remaining barbed stings still embedded in his flesh. He winced every time I carefully pulled each one off. He was a pitiful, helpless sight; a pale shadow of the strong hero who had, just hours beforehand, gripped me in his firm hold beneath the sea in that passionate lovers embrace. I stroked his face and brushed the Natural tits hair out of his half-closed eyes. He turned his head towards my hand and kissed it. “I knew you’d come for me,” he whispered, “Just like you always do.” I sat him up and gave him two strong painkillers and told him to swallow them. He looked at them in his hand and then at me, grimacing. “I can’t take tablets without water,” he complained, with a pained expression that made him look more like a schoolboy than a grown man. I looked at him in disbelief. Then I sighed and reaching into my back-pack, I brought out a bottle of water. “Here,” I said, “you big baby,” as I gave it to him. He took his tablets, like the good boy that he really was; like the good little brother that had haunted me throughout my youth. I peeled his t-shirt off him as gently as I could, while he kept going “ouch!” every time I touched a bit of him that hurt. I lay him back down and could see where the side of his torso was covered in red blotches where, even through his t-shirt, he had been stung quite badly. His lightly hairy chest heaved and strained; his breathing wasn’t right either. It was probably Brunette the shock; extreme shock – and pain. He’d probably been stung through his shorts too, I realized, as he lay there, moaning and groaning, coughing and still in agony. I looked down at his bare tummy, tender and exposed and quivering with pain; but my hard-on got harder, as I gazed at the “treasure-trail” of black hairs that led from his navel down to his waist, where the top of his briefs showed just above his shorts. “No… no, I’m not. Finally, I felt it. It did not really mater though Newlyn enjoyed it all the same. "Usually just by itself. The next day I returned to shaved the lake, armed with ropes and a few odds and ends. He pulls you to the bed, you struggle and try to kick him but he pins you down. She stared into his eyes as she jerked her feminine Brunette cock ever quicker. “When they could show off those round bellies,” I said, nodding my head. The world grew darker, an artificial night falling on me. My skin crawled. Were you? Vanessa leaned up a bit and got her hands under herself once more, moving her entire body with each thrust against him. 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