are growing up. Ron was a lot more mature than I for his age; with a full bush of flaming red hair around his cock. He was beginning to sprout chest hair and had already started shaving, where I was just filling in my crotch patch, had no chest hair and only peach fuzz on my face. It was the beginning of summer and Ron came running over to my house all excited. His uncle Gearhart was coming to visit from Germany and would be staying for three months. He had never met any of