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How Long Has This Been Going On?

By Chris Carr

© 1998

 

Part I

 

I could hear the racket before I even opened the door. Opening the door I was assaulted with the full brunt of it. A little kid screamed for his mother from one of the chairs while a boom box clamored for attention from a table by the door. From the back a huge TV was rudely declaring that today's game would be played in sub zero weather, as enormous men galloped across the screen in various football uniforms. Several of the barbers were clamoring about the virtue of their team and who would win. The place was packed and I cursed myself for not coming earlier.

Making my way to the back I found my barber, TK. Talking over the commotion erupting from a nearby card game, I asked him how long the wait would be. He told me about an hour. Turning to find a seat I spied that cute little kid from across the street. Settling for a seat near the back, I was relieved I wouldn't have to sweat out my wait next to him. God! Was he good looking. He had the cutest smile that suggested a youthful innocence, combined with boyish mischief. How old was he, I speculated, fourteen, fifteen? He looked at me and threw me that winning smile and I returned him a nervous nod picking up a magazine.

Flipping through the pages I happened upon an article featuring that cute singer Usher. I nearly drooled into the magazine as I looked at the full-page pictures of the shirtless boy arranged in various lewdly suggestive poses. I flipped the page and nearly fainted. Some photographer had gotten the bright idea of getting in the water with the boy and taking shots of him in swimwear that was doing a piss poor job of covering his sexy body, and his, apparently, ample dick!
"That's a bad article, huh?" a voice beside me said. I nearly jumped out of my chair I was so startled.
"Chill, dude, it's me Cory" the kid said. Damnit! Evidently, I'd been so distracted by the pictures of Usher, I didn't notice he'd moved and was sitting right next to me. Had he seen me staring at Usher?
Composing myself I inquired, "Where'd you come from?"
"Over there, man, where you been? Didn't you see me sitting over there?"
"Yeah, I just didn't notice you moving over here, fathead." I shot back.
"I didn't see anybody I knew so I came over here with you," He said. We'd only spoke casually on a few occasions, so I was flattered to find he was desirous of my company. Not willing to risk letting him know, I returned to my magazine, as if that would help!
"Usher is bad, man," he continued.
"Yeah"
"Say, where're you heading when you leave here?" he asked.
"Home, I guess," I said, my heart racing.
"You mind if I hitch a ride with you?"
Me, alone with you, in my car, I thought? Trouble!
"Yeah, sure, if you don't mind waiting" I replied coolly.
"Cool" he said, picking up a magazine.
Stealing another look at him I became aroused by his svelte body.. He was a masterpiece. Silky smooth caramel skin, his hair always immaculately cut in a cute boyish fade, extremely kissable rosy lips, twin boy pecs, a sensuous waist and an ass to die for! It was one of those bubble buts that just sat up and begged for attention. When he'd bend over, you could see the imprint of his underwear, the way it snugged it and just fell between those precious melon halves.

Although I didn't consider myself gay, yet, those nights spent looking at this boy raised many questions for me. Many a disturbed night I had sat in my room, baked in my nineteen-year-old teenage lust, watching him as he cavorted about, often shirtless, going about his business.

One night in particular, however, came to mind. I remember that I was looking out my bedroom window, and I noticed him bouncing a basketball against the wall of his room. He was still wearing his basketball uniform having just returned from practice, I imagined. His low hung shorts and the way the straps of his jersey draped over his shoulders made me hot.

He stopped bouncing the ball as if he was listening to someone say something to him. I suppose it was his mother yelling at him to stop banging the ball against the wall and get to bed because he started undressing. Since learning I could see into his lighted room at night, I'd watched this proceeding numerous times but was always thwarted because he'd usually get up and close his blinds or turn off the lights and go in his bathroom. This time, however, he didn't stop at pulling his top off before closing his blinds. He sat down and started taking off his shoes, too. This was dream come true! I couldn't have torn myself away at that point if I had tried.

Watching him undress I became painfully aware of how hot this guilty pleasure was making me. Almost unconsciously I found myself undressing, too, freeing the source of my 'pain', my throbbing cock. Soon he was down to his briefs and his socks. Come on, baby, take the socks and briefs off, I pleaded. He stood, as if to leave, then he stopped and sat down. Yes! I exclaimed becoming intensely aroused. He methodically removed his socks, lingering over each foot, driving me crazy in the process.

In spite of myself, I had started masturbating as I watched. I didn't even want to consider the implications of what that meant. I just silently prayed that he wouldn't turn the light off. Then he stood and pulled down his briefs, giving me a brief shot of his twin butt cheeks as he bent over to pick up his clothes. Tossing them into the dirty clothes basket, he returned to stand in front of his closet mirror. My dick was aching for release at this point as my hand pounded it madly.

Eyes riveted on the show across the street, my heart hanging on his every action, he stood there looking at himself, and then, for one fleeting moment, I saw his dick as he faced me to switch the lights off, heading into his bathroom. I lost it at that point, and shot my load all over the bedroom wall. Realizing my brief glimpse at gay sex was over, all I was left with was a hand full of hot sticky cum, and a very guilty conscience.

Having relived the vivid memory in my mind, I glanced back up at him, and suddenly felt very ashamed, praying he would never find out what I had done.

He finished before me, I was pleasantly surprised to see him waiting. Fearing he would leave, I hadn't fussed over my hair like I usually did, much to TK's chagrin. Paying him, I went to collect Cory.  Once inside my car, however, I sought every chance possible to prolong my time with him, opting to take the long way. He chatted sporadically about music, sports, and even girls. Taking what I considered, at the time, a big risk, I asked him if he wanted to stop by my place.

"Yeah, why not" he replied.
"But what about your parents?" I inquired.
"Aw, they're gone to Santa Barbara, dude"
"You mean your parents are gone and they let you leave the house?" I said.
"Oh yeah, they're cool about that. They say I'm old enough.
"How old are you, anyway?" I petitioned.
"Fifteen" he said.
"Fifteen?" I echoed, a little surprised, looking at his boyish face and small stature.
"Yeah. How old did you think I was?"
"I don't know, fourteen, at the most, but not fifteen."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
"Why didn't you go with your folks?"
"My father and I don't get along too well." He declared, matter-of-factly. "We're always butting heads 'cuz he says I'm not athletic enough." Remembering the hot night I saw him in his basketball uniform, I was little confused.
"Why does he feel like that? Aren't you on a basketball team?" I said.
"Yeah, how'd you know that?" he asked. Oops, how did I know that, I thought?
"Oh, I've seen you in your uniform a couple of times" I said, nonchalantly.
"Oh. Well, you're right, I do belong to a basketball team, but I'm not crazy about sports like my Dad. He says I spend too much time goofing around on my computer, or playing PlayStation."
"You've got a PlayStation?" I inquired, intrigued.
"Yeah, that's what my friends come over to play mostly"
"Wow, I've got one too" I volunteered.
"No shit! What games you got?"
"Lots. As a matter of fact, I just picked up Tomb Raider II"
"No way, you're kidding?" he said, excited.
"No, why?"
"Cause I've been dying to play that game, man!"
"That's cool. We'll have put in a little time playing, then.".
"A'ight!" he replied, throwing me that winning smile again.
"So, your folks at home?" he inquired.
"Nope. They go on these fishing trips almost every Saturday, and I hate fish," I said.
"Really? Where do they go?"
"Somewhere off Catalina, I'm not sure. They usually take their catch to this friend of theirs on the island and have this big cookout. You know, boring grown up stuff."
"Yeah"
"So I guess we both have the rest of the day, huh?"
"Yeah! Great! More time for Tomb Raider II" he rooted, delighted.
 

 
"Alright! I've got you now, sucka!" he cried, talking to the TV.
We were in my room playing Tomb Raider II. He was sitting next to me, a controller in his hands. Upon entering my house he wasn't satisfied until we'd gone upstairs to my room and turned the game on. Immediately he was drawn into the game and started winging his way through the different levels with ease.
"You've played this game before?" I questioned.
"Nope" he quipped, his fingers flashing across the buttons.
"So how do you know how to move so well and where to go?" I asked, confused.
"It's easy, dude"
"Here, take the controller," he said, offering it to me mid-game.
"Huh? But it's your turn" I said a little uneasy.
"Go ahead, take it. I'll show you what to do."
Taking the controller, I attempted to maneuver the figure on the screen.
"Now what?" I howled, laughing at the same time.
"Just relax, dude. Move her over that cliff" he instructed. I pushed a button making the computer animated woman jump off the precipice she was on.
"Now, make her jump for that ledge!"
"In mid air?" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, just push the up button"
"Like this" he said jumping behind me and placing his hands over mine. The touch of his soft hands on mine sent chills down my spine and a charge up my dick.
"See!" He whooped, " You did it!"

His generosity charmed me, drawing me closer and closer to him. Over and over he would turn the controller over to me and let me finish a level getting the rewards it derived. I kept telling him to go ahead and take the points or accolades the game would render but he would defer the game to me at some of the most opportune times. We played until we were exhausted finally opting to stop for something to eat.
"Say, my folks left me a little money to get something to eat" I informed him. "What do you think we ought to get?" I asked, deferring the decision to him.
"How 'bout pizza?"
"Cool, I'll call."

Grabbing a phone book I found a listing for a pizzeria and called in a pizza. By the time I had made the order, Cory had turned on the TV and was sprawled on my bed watching some lame movie. Seeing him so comfortable on my bed made me uncomfortable. Do I stay in my chair or lay on the bed with another guy? What was the 'guy' thing to do?

Gambling on my libido, I slid over to the bed and lay beside him. The heat coming off of his body was like a furnace. Soon, I noticed that there were tiny drops of perspiration on my forehead. We lay there quiet for what seemed like an eternity. The movie was about some government agent that had become invisible. In the scene we were watching he was expressing his undying love to his lady love, wrapped in ace bandages to make him visible. Like I said, the movie was lame, and did little to distract me from the closeness of our bodies.

Trying to reposition myself I made matters worse when I accidentally brushed my hand against his bare leg. Immediately I jerked my hand away as if it was molten lava, but I didn't notice him reacting likewise. He just lay there watching the TV as if nothing had happened. But something had happened, and his non-reaction only made it worse for me. A thousand thoughts leaped into my mind. Had he felt my hand? Had he not felt my hand? That was impossible! So, maybe he was too nervous. Maybe he didn't know what to do any more than I did. Oh stop it! I thought, trying to get a grip on my run away mind.  And then the one thought I was trying to avoid floated up into consciousness. Maybe he liked it! Oh shit, I fussed, becoming even more frustrated.

After what seemed to be an eternity I gambled on my last speculation (of course!) and tried the old repositioning move again. This time, however, I made no bones about my attempt to brush up against his leg, and this time, up higher. He merely lay there staring at the TV as if it was announcing nuclear holocaust or something. My heart racing, I tested further slightly wedging my hand under his thigh. He wasn't so much as blinking an eye. Sweat broke in earnest over my forehead, now.

The touch of my hand on his smooth leg was exhilarating. We lay there with my hand under his thigh for a good while, my desire and dread growing equally. Risking even more, I turned my hand over and placed it ever so lightly against his bare thigh in another bold repositioning move. There was no doubting it now, he wasn't going to react to my moves, leaving me with the burden of deciding what to do next.

Straining to raise my head slightly I chanced a peak at his groin to see if maybe his dick was getting hard. But I couldn't tell from my angle without becoming obvious, so I lay back down, my hand still on his thigh, and pondered my next move. I was loosing it, and loosing it bad. I didn't want to blow it, so  I opted to continue taking modest risks. I snaked my hand under the leg of his shorts. Thank God he wore baggy shorts today, I thought. Smooth hairless thighs filled my hand as it moved. Further and further, centimeter by centimeter I moved until his shorts was tugged a full six inches up his thigh, exposing more of his soft hairless leg.

Getting bolder now, I dared to start moving my hand up his shorts toward his groin. He lay motionless, eyes still transfixed on the TV. My hand had slithered on top his thigh, now, and the anticipation was killing me. Biding my time, however, I slowly traced over his thigh until my hand was adjacent his boy basket. The heat coming up from his groin was hotter than his body. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it thundering in my ears.

When my hand actually did graze against his briefs, I almost fainted. All the while he remained focused on the TV as if nothing was happening. Venturing further, I nearly collapsed when I felt my hand touch his balls. And then I received the shock of my life. Apparently his dick was sporting a raging hard-on because, the fabric of his briefs were so tight balls around his balls, I thought they would burst. Oh my God! I couldn't believe it! Here I was, in my room with the cutie from across the street, my hand up his shorts, and he was throwing me the one-eyed salute!

Emboldened by this, I continued my trek up his body and indiscreetly reached for his dick. It was folded almost in two, cramped in the confines of his unyielding briefs.  Moving my hand further, I straightened it out (which was no easy feat!) allowing it to lay fully distended against his body. Then I traced my hand up and down its length through his briefs. It actually made a slight jump a few times.

I glanced over at Cory's face for any indication, but he stared straight ahead, eyes rooted to the TV. Damnit! I wish he would give me some sign, I thought. Realizing that a steel hard dick couldn't be more proof, I reached inside his briefs and caressed his swollen dick. He reacted to this, but only with the faintest hiss. My hand still up his shorts and inside his briefs I enveloped his hardness in my hand. It sprung hard in my grasp and was hot to my touch. 

Moving up its length I found it's flanged head and ran my fingers sensuously over its sticky hot precum oozing head. He inhaled slightly chancing a quick glance at my fondling hand concealed in his briefs. It was at that precise moment that the doorbell rang. Panicked, we both jumped. I snatched my hand from his dick, and out of his shorts. Sitting up startled, I composed myself and went downstairs to answer the door.

 

 

A cute Thai boy stood at the door a hot pizza in his hands. Boy, how I was tempted to invite him in to our little tryst, but I thought better of it, and paid him for the pizza. Dashing to the kitchen I grabbed us some sodas and napkins and headed upstairs.
 

Returning to the room I found Cory still laying on the bed looking a little flushed.
"Pizza" was all I managed to say.
He sat up as I opened the box. The smell of delectable onions, and sausage mixed in with that of our sweaty bodies, made an intoxicating aphrodisiac. We ate in silence, using the TV as an escape. When we finished Cory lay back on the bed again, leaving me to ponder his actions.

"So what do you want to do now?" I asked, unsure.
He merely hunched his shoulders, uncharacteristically quiet now. Oh shit, he didn't like me feeling him up like that, I thought. He's probably mad.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked, certain he would say yes. He shook his head no. He's not mad, I thought. Maybe he'd rather leave, though.
"Do you want to leave?" I asked a few seconds later. Again he shook his head no. He's not mad, and he doesn't want to leave,
"So, is everything ok?" I asked more for myself than him. To this he readily shook his head yes.

I was dizzy with desire and wanted very badly to feel what we were feeling before. Hoping that I was mistaken, I returned to the bed next to him. He didn't protest but instead moved closer to me. We lay in silence again, while I worked up my courage. In for a penny, in for a pound, I reasoned, turning toward him and placing my hand on his bulging basket again. I was given a pleasant surprise. His dick was hard again. But something was different. Grasping his stiff boner through his shorts it became apparent he wasn't wearing briefs anymore.

Shocked, I looked up at his face. He gave me a sinister smile. I couldn't believe it. Apparently, while I was downstairs ogling the pizza boy, Cory was up here snatching his clothes off and removing his briefs. Jeez! He took his briefs off while I was downstairs, I thought? Wow, I'd been apparently all wrong about him.

Looking down at his ramrod pushing up against his shorts I noticed a pinprick of moisture seeping through the material around the head confirming that he was naked under his shorts. Becoming almost ecstatic now, I feverishly labored on unfastening his shorts. Once they were laid open, I was given the treat of seeing the object of my desire up close. It stretched out before me, an ample seven inches, throbbing in all its fully erect glory. It wasn't very wide, but it  rather was long and slender. Seeing its bulging, flanged head brought to mind an arrow. A small drop of precum was oozing from it.

Having a real live boy dick to explore thrilled me to no end. I found myself staring at it studying its design. I tentatively extended my hand to touch it. It felt like smooth velvet stretched over hard steel. Growing more curious, I slipped my whole hand around it and gave it a gentle stroke. This caused it to pulse in my hand. Wow, that was bizarre, I thought, and stroked it again. Like clockwork it thumped in my hand again. Liking that, I started pumping his dick in earnest. Almost involuntarily, his groin started gyrating and shoving his rocket into my down thrusting hand.

Having jacked off many a hot night myself, I knew that if I kept this up he would explode all over himself, and fast. Something in me wanted to do more than just bust off, so, stopping short of his imminent orgasm, I reluctantly released his ramming rod and cupped his taught round balls. I rolled them around on my fingertips sensing their roundness and the light growth of hair covering them. I was going to love having sex with my own sex, I deduced! Looking into his big brown eyes temporarily broke my trance.

"You like this?" I asked, seeking his input.
"Yeah" he answered, softly, his voice a little raspy.
"You've got a big dick for a boy your age" I said as I clutched it in my hands again.
"I bet yours is bigger, though."
"Can I see it?" he said, reaching to unfasten my pants.
"Sure" I said, my excitement growing. He fussed with the button on my jeans until it gave and then yanked them open. I was sporting a raging hard-on myself. I'd been so engrossed with his dick I was a little surprised to see how stiff my own dick was. I'd jacked off a lot of times, but I couldn't remember it ever being this throbbing hard. It almost seemed as if it had gotten bigger.

"Dang" he exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing my stiff eight and half inches. I couldn't help letting out a light gasp feeling the new sensation of his soft hands on my dick. He seemed as intent on exploring my dick as I had his.
"It's so hard" he commented clenching it in his fist. It did seem as if it would crack open any minute. He ran his hand up and down it a few times and down to my full dangling balls.
"You got big balls, too" he said cupping them in his hand. Then he thrummed his hand back up my pulsing dick and over the angry flared head squeezing out a bead of precum. That felt so intense, I almost shot.

Wanting to prolong this experience as long as I could, I dragged his hand off of my dick and pushed him back on the bed. He reclined on his elbows allowing me full access to his bulging spear. His dick truly was hot. A hot pearl of his precum was perched right on his oozing slit. I ran my hand up the length of his cock and squeezed right under its flared knob making his juice increase until it ran in a long silver string from his dick to his stomach.

"What is that stuff?" he asked, dazed.
"Its called precum, I think. I think it's like a lubricant your body makes."
"A lubricant? What for?"
"You know, fucking."

His curiosity satisfied, he reached out to grab my dick. He squeezed it like he'd saw me do his, causing a strand of precum to drip from my dick. I took a little of his precum on my fingers and raised it to my nose. There was the faintest odor of boy-cum in the stuff, but for the most part it was odorless. Still intrigued, I lifted the liquid to my mouth and stuck my tongue out to get a taste.

"Ugh!!" Cory said, in mock disgust.
"What did it taste like?" he asked, however, his curiosity getting the best of him. Figuring that experience was the best teacher, I moved my hand over to his rosy lips. He moved his head back in feigned disgust but eventually allowed his tongue to lick a little of his precum.
"So how's it taste?" I asked
"Kinda weird" he said. We both looked back at my hand then at his dick.
"You ever did this with a guy before?" I queried.
"Uh uh. You?"
"Nope, but I when I saw you today, I was kinda wishing this could happen." I confided.
"You were?"
"Yeah"
"Why?" He asked, truly interested.
"Honest?"
"Yeah, honest"
"You promise you won't get mad?"
"Ok, I promise"

"Well, actually, I've watched you walking around your house with your shirt off, or playing ball with your friends and gotten hot." I started, hesitant to go on.
"You promise you won't get mad?" I pleaded, hoping for his understanding.
"I promise I won't get mad, dude?" he vowed.
"Well, one time I was looking out my window and I saw you in your room."
"Ah shit, you kiddin!"  He said, sitting up.
"You mad?" I petitioned.
"No, dude, I told you I wouldn't get mad" he said, dismissing my alarm. "How did you see me?" he inquired.
"I can see into your room from my room, if, you have the lights on" I explained.
"Yeah, so what did you do when you saw me, ya little freak?" he teased. Sensing his comfort with this sensitive issue, I became more relaxed.
"I guess I got a little hot" I started.
"And" he prodded.
"And…, well, I kinda got so hot, I jacked off"
"Pervert" he teased.
"Forget you punk" I said, relieved he wasn't mad.

He lay back down, his dick getting hard again. "You like girls?" he blurted out, staring at the ceiling.
"You?"
"Yeah, I guess" He answered, with a little trepidation.
"Yeah, I guess so, too"
"You ever done anything with one?"
"No"
"You're kidding?"
"Nope"
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen"
"And you've never done it with a girl, or a guy?"
"Uh, uh"
"So,… I guess that means I'm your first?"
"Guess so. How 'bout you?"
"Well, I've kissed a girl before, but that's all" Hearing that, I took a big risk and gave him a quick peck on his lips.
"There. Now you can say you've kissed a guy, too"
"You crazy, fool!" he chuckled.

With that I drew him on top of me, cuddling him close to me. Our exposed dicks found each other and we rolled them together pressing more of our juices out between us. Our hard dicks slipped and revolved around each other heightening our lust. He lay against me his head toward my ear, his breath becoming ragged in my ear.

As we humped I reached inside his shorts and cupped those sweet round buns of his. When I pulled them hard against me he rammed his spear into my groin and across my dick. I became engrossed in getting him out of his clothes at that point. Apparently he'd had the same idea because he'd raised up and started unbuttoning my shirt. Taking his T-shirt in my hands, I yanked it up and over his head. He immediately returned to my shirt, giving me a chance to look at his chest. It was even more glorious up close.

I gazed up at his budding pecs and caressed my knuckles across one of his sensitive nipples. He threw his head back in an instance of shear ecstasy.  He wasn't deterred for too long, however, as he returned to removing my shirt. Almost ripping the buttons off, he snatched it open and off of me. We went to work on each other's pants, socks and shoes until we were both naked.

Once we were naked I feasted on his beauty. His body was everything I had hoped for and more. Flawless golden-brown skin with brown nipples that sat out begging for attention. A firm toned stomach, a slender waist and a curved ass that made my dick grow harder. Full sensuous legs with the faintest hint of soft hair on the calves stopping just short of his ankles delineating his big wide feet. Feet which lent credence to the old locker room stories that big feet do equal a big dick. Well at least in this case, I thought, comparing his feet to his long dick. Looking back into his face I was greeted by his warm smile.

I pulled him back on top of me, and we began humping each other again, thrilled to the new sensation of our naked bodies slammed against each other. We wrestled and tossed caught in the throes of lust as I rolled him over on his back and lay on top of him. Tearing at each other, we sought to satiate all of our repressed hunger for another male. For every time I saw him through his window, so near yet so far, I ground my dick into his. And for every unexplained stirring of his young body at the sight of another boy's body, he squeezed me like there was no tomorrow. We rolled back the other way and he lay atop me, his mouth at my ear again. I turned cautiously toward him and our mouths awkwardly found each other, our lips brushing together in a tentative kiss. I suppose this made us both a little nervous, so I was relieved when he turned his head away from me and laid it on my shoulder.

A burning urge to devour his body with my tongue gripped me, so I turned him onto his back and traced down his torso until my lips found his erect perky nipple. Opening my mouth I suckled it sensuously. Cory gazed down at me as I lapped at his upturned nipple. He couldn't believe so much pleasure could be derived from his nipples. He'd always assumed that nipples were a girl thing. I continued down his body until I was at his pulsing stiff boy-arrow. A total novice to oral sex, I found I was a little squeamish about having a guy's dick in my mouth, so I wiped its still oozing head and gave his straining member a quick peck. I followed this with a preliminary lick across its sensitive head.

My natural teenage libido overtaking my apprehensions, I took the big plunge, and for my first time, sucked a long hard boy dick in my mouth, swallowing as much as I could. His dick felt good, almost natural, in my mouth and I could taste a new drop of his precum leak into it. Aware that I had performed such a foreign, yet so natural act, I abandoned myself to all inhibitions and swooped down on his pole. It responded, readily and swelled in my mouth.

As I began to suck I came to enjoy it, even growing to anticipate the taste of his precum on my tongue, the feel of his dick on my tongue, the sensation of my mouth around the protruding, bulbous head of his dick. Stopping short of his fast approaching climax, I reluctantly pulled my mouth off his thrusting dick and looked up at his face. It was glowing and his breathing was ragged.

He pushed me back, apparently wanting to explore my body, now. Following my lead he repeated what he had seen me do. The touch of his tender mouth on my raw exposed nipples was exhilarating. This kid learned fast, I thought, as his tongue lapped at my nipples. Having turned me into a mass of quivering flesh, he moved further down running his full sensuous lips down my splitting cock, enveloping it in his velvet soft mouth. As his velvet soft mouth started gliding up and down my dick, I grew very excited and was quickly drawn closer and closer to shooting.

"Stop!" I finally managed to tell him.
" You didn't like it?" he asked, confused.
"Yes, it's just that I was about to shoot, and I don't want to yet."
"Oh"
"Let's try something" I proposed.
He looked at me intently, his dick so hard it almost poked his stomach.
"Turn the other way and get over top of me" I said.
"Huh?"
"You know. 69."
"69?"
"Just turn the other way"

He turned opposite me still not clear what I was getting at.
"Now, get up on your knees and get over my head" I further instructed.
He complied straddling my face with his legs, his dick inches from my mouth.
"Ok, now you can do mine, while I do yours" I explained.
"Damn!..., Cool!" he said, dropping his mouth over my extended hot poker.

I reached up and took his dangling cock in my mouth as we set to work on each other. Slurping sounds filled the room as two boys discovered the pleasure their bodies could bring each other. How erotic it was to glide my mouth all the way up his pulsing club, his erect member sliding across my tongue. Feeling his silky soft mouth slurp over my dick was equally hot. Seeing his balls hanging above my head I released his dick from my mouth and suckled them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them. The new sensation caused him to emit a deep guttural hiss around my dick. He mirrored my actions and I was given the steamy sensation of boy tongue swathing my balls. It truly was electrifying and I could hardly keep my mind on swabbing his dangling orbs.

Looking further up, I was captivated by how his legs came together gracefully sweeping up to form the twin mounds of flesh that were his unique, voluptuous ass cheeks. I traced my hand up those soft legs and over those precious globes becoming more aroused at how they filled my hands. I allowed my hand to fall in the valley intersecting them. Starting above his virginal hole, I slowly brought my hand down delighting in the textures discovered under my fingertips. There was the lightest fuzz of hair encircling his tight asshole and I trailed my fingers around it, fascinated at how it caused his socket to twitch and quiver. It got me so hot my cock leaped in his sucking mouth.

Captivated by this twitching quivering opening, I slipped my fingers across it. It quivered again, and I felt him moan around my cock. The asshole can bring pleasure, I thought? Amazing! This gay shit was way more than it cracked up to be. I ran my fingers over his slot again inducing the same groan from him. Just when I'd started wondering what it would be like to drive my finger into that hole, I felt him sliding his hand between my spread legs. It traveled down until it found my equally tight asshole. Feeling his downy soft hands rooting around my hole was so titillating, I almost blew my load into his sucking mouth. Damn, I thought, I've got to remember that this kid is going to imitate everything I do. Moving my hand away from his hot hole, I plucked his head off my dick minutes before his velvet mouth sucked the life out of it. His lips literally made a popping sound as they were dragged off my dick.

"Sit up" I whispered to him.
He happily obliged eager to see what my next action would be.
"Let's sit facing each other" I offered.

We repositioned ourselves facing each other, his legs astride mine, our dick's inches from each other. We both looked down at our throbbing stiff poles aching for release. I coupled them together in my hand, stroking the twin towers as one. Releasing our dicks I ran my hand over his erect creamsicle. True to form he gloved his hand over my dick. I found a rhythm on his ramrod knowing it was begging for release. Up and down we stroked longing to see the other cream himself. Both our dicks were dripping sticky precum like mad now providing a natural lubricant to the friction our strumming hands were producing. Closer and closer we got to our imminent gushers one trying to bring the other off first.

I discovered, however, that if I choked up on his bat right under the head, he seemed to get harder. Switching my style, I focused my stimulation beneath his flanged head. Yes, when I ran my hand over that knot of flesh beneath his flared hard cap, right below his peehole, his dick would vibrate extra hard in my hand and his swollen knob would enlarge more. Picking up on that, I concentrated my attention to that area choking further up his throbbing bat. And, sure enough, he learned fast, duplicating the gesture on my near splitting shaft.

Ramming my fist all around his ramrod, paying special attention to his hotspot, I brought him to the threshold of his first time coming with a guy. His eyes glazed over, his face flushed, his chest was heaving and his stomach was a quavering mass of flesh. His balls drew up tight, his mouth formed a permanent 'O' and his toes wiggled.

And then he grunted, his dick leaping in my hand. Cum leapt from his jutting missle, rocketing in the air. His orgasm was torn out of him with gut wrenching blasts of his boyjuice slicing up his pole and all over his body. Splat! Splat! Splat! Wave after wave leapt from his pulsating cock. It popped out in rapid fire succession starting with a blast that leaped so high it hit his chin, to ones that plopped on his erect nipples and over his dick into his sparse pubic hair.

God, he's a gusher!, I thought. Seeing him cream himself like that was all I needed and his hand vibrating on my engorged cock soon brought me off too. Exhaling loudly, I peered down just in time to see his hand a near blur on my cock, making it split open and deliver its load, spurting out and over my shoulder. Blast after blast squirted out of my dick painting my chest my stomach and pubic hairs with thick teenage spunk as the last of his still spurting boytool ran down his pole. We were both shaking and vibrating like someone had stuck our shafts into a live light socket. Neither of us wanted it to end as we rammed our hands up and down our cocks feeling our powerful orgasms ebb. Finally, our cocks drained, and our nerves fried,  we released each other's tools and collapsed in each other's arms.

"God Damn!" he eventually managed to say through gulps of air.
"God Damn" I echoed. Our chests heaving we clung to each other until we slowed down some. I drew him to me and caressed his back while he reached around me and squeezed me to him with all his might. After a long while, we released each other and sat back looking into the others eyes. This time there was no awkwardness, no shame as we drew close to each other and locked in a full open mouthed kiss. Tongues found tongues and danced with each other darting in and out of each other's mouth. We kissed passionately, each intimately sharing the others affection until it finally broke and we collapsed into each other's arms again. Eventually I got myself composed enough to suggest we go get a shower to clean up.
 

Part II

Getting up we headed for the shower. I turned the water on allowing it to get hot. I used the idle time to drink in his body again. He fidgeted about moving his weight from foot to foot.
"Why'd you take so long to feel my dick?" he ejected.
"Huh?"
"When we were on the bed. How come you took so long to feel it?"
"I was scared. You didn't seem like the type that would do it with a dude."
"Couldn't you tell that I wanted you to do it?"
"No" I said opening the shower door and stepping in. He followed me in, his limp dick swinging between his legs as he stepped in. His comments surprised me.
"What did you mean by me not seeming like the type?" he further probed.
"Well, you're straight acting, kid, you know. And you play ball and hang out with your guy friends. You know, guy stuff."
"Oh" he said, obviously flattered.
"So you wanted me to feel your dick?" I asked, returning to his statement.
"Duh?" he replied, cynically, grabbing his hardening dick and pointing it at me. I took it in my soapy hand and lathered it up, delighting in the pleasure of another's dick.
Releasing it, I stepped under the hot water, and started lathering up a towel. Turning to him I asked,
"You been wanting to do this with a guy all along?"
"Uh, uh" he said, shaking his head.
"But when we were on the bed and you rubbed your hand against my leg, my dick just jumped bone hard, man. It freaked me out! I was just laying there hoping you would do it again. I didn't think you would at first." He said lathering up his luscious body.
"I started getting nervous, man" he continued. "Like, I was thinking, what if he sees me hard? Then when you acted like you was moving again…," he teased, leering at me slyly. I blushed, busted.
"You thought you was slick, huh?" he continued.
"Can't beat me for not trying" I said. He smiled and stepped around me getting under the water. His back to me, I was given full view of his hot ass again. My dick stirred and I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be ready to go again.
"You really threw a hard-on soon as I rubbed your leg?"
"Like a brick man. It really freaked me out."
"Yeah, why?"
"I mean, you are a dude, you know" he cracked.
"You never thought of doing it with a dude before?"

He shook his head, bending over to wash his legs, and feet. I couldn't take it anymore so I reached out and ran my hand between his wide spread ass cheeks. He jerked a little, startled by my bold move, but didn't move. Intrigued, I explored his ass in earnest. As the hot water cascaded down his back and over his ass, I ran my hand all over his round, bubble ass my finger eventually finding his warm virgin asshole.

Gently, I played with it until I just had to get inside. Slowly, I edged my fingertip a few inches into his clutching hole. He didn't protest still bent over. I wanted to ram my finger to the hilt into his ass, but knew he couldn't take it. Pulling my finger out of his gripping ass I traced down to his dangling balls and up his now burgeoning stiff rod.

I touched him on his shoulder with my other hand, urging him to stand up and face me. We looked into each others eyes and laid sweet delicate kisses on each others lips. He continued his kissing down my neck and to my nipples lapping his satiny tongue across them. I caressed his delicate ears and face as he nuzzled my pointy nipples. Then he knelt before me, rivulets of hot water running through his curly hair, and enveloped my hard dick in his mouth.

My knees almost buckled as he ran his hot mouth up and down the length of my hardness. To think that all this had been going on, all this time, and I was just now finding it out! What else was I missing out on? The image of this boy, willingly kneeling before me lavishing my dick with his sensuous mouth, hot water splashing down his face, seemed to fulfill me.

Because I had cum recently, I didn't sense the raging urge to release as before allowing me to savor his attentive ministrations. Looking past his bobbing head I could see that his dick was pointing toward the ceiling in all its glory. I lifted my foot and ran my toes lewdly over it. His dick felt just as good to my foot as it had my hand. I traced its length down to his pendulous balls and bobbled them on my toes. He repositioned himself, squatting down on his haunches granting me full access to his balls and ass. His legs spread like that,  I was drawn to his exposed asshole, my big toe diddling it. As I caressed the length of my toe across his exposed cherry, he spread his legs wider. Seeing him in such a raunchy position, combined with my naughty foot play brought a question to mind.

"What's the freakiest thing you ever did?"
He looked up at me a look of puzzlement on his face. I could tell he was processing my question, trying to access an answer. I continued stroking his asshole as he thought.
"Like, freaky how?" The ball back in my court I pondered the question.
"You ever done something freaky with one of your friends?"
He thought for a minute and then offered, "One time me and Ricky looked at a nasty magazine"
"No, I mean really freaky"

He considered me a few minutes longer and said, "I don't know. What about you, what's the freakiest thing you've ever done?"
Now he had me. What was the freakiest thing I'd ever done?
"Well, one time I time I took the eyedropper from my chemistry set and filled it with water so I could see what it felt like to squeeze it up my dick."
"Dang, you kidding?"
I shook my head and continued, "It didn't hurt as long as I didn't push it hard. Then I wanted to see what it would be like to feel it up my ass too, so I shoved it up my ass and squeezed it in there, too. I couldn't hardly feel it going up there, though." He looked up at me, the water still splashing off his cute face, amazed. I hoped I hadn't weirded him out, but I felt close to him and wanted to share.

The water was becoming cool now, so I suggested we get out. We'd been in the water so long, our hands were all wrinkled. We liberally dried each other off, lingering on our throbbing dicks. Upon returning to my room I repeated the question. He thought long and hard but couldn't come up with any real freaky thing he'd done. I asked him was he real curious about his body and he said he guess so.
"But you've never been curious enough to really explore your body?" I prodded.
"Yeah, I guess so" he said, still processing.
"Like, I like to look at myself in the mirror a lot" he volunteered.
"Well, yeah, I kinda know that" I said, taunting him. He smiled at me, getting onto the bed.

"Sometimes I sit in front of my closet mirror and jack off so I can see my body while I do it" he continued. "I really like to look at my dick when it's all hard and my balls and ass, too. I get up on my knees so I can see my asshole while I jack off. Its weird, but my asshole just really turns me on. It's real hot the way it jumps and moves when I cum."

He lowered his head, I suppose, a little embarrassed at the intimacy of what he was sharing with me. We were sharing some very private things, and as teenage boys, it wasn't easy to talk about them.
"I like looking at myself when I jack off, too" I offered, sitting close to him. "I stand close to the mirror so  when I cum it hits it. That gets me all hot to see my cum shooting out of my dick and hitting the mirror."
"You ever play with your ass while you're looking?" he inquired.
"No. I just like to see my dick all hard. Sometimes, I get up on my knees in front of the mirror and look at myself through my legs, though."
"You jack off like that?"
"No, you?"
"That's the main way I jack off"
"You ever talked to anyone else about this?"
"Nope, but this is cool, I kinda always wanted to. You?"
"No, but I always wondered about it, too. I mean, who ya gonna talk to about this shit?" I acknowledged.
"Yeah" he agreed.
"And yeah, this is cool" I added.

We drew quiet for a little while happy with our newfound intimacy.
"So why don’t you turn over and let me see your ass, now?" I requested. He willingly turned on his stomach. I spread his ass cheeks wide gazing at his asshole. It was a sweet hole, tight and smooth. I ran my finger over it and it lurched, tugging in on itself.
"Hey, let's get down on the floor in front of my closet mirror so you can see your ass, too." I suggested excited.
"Ok" he answered amicably.

We both got down on the floor in front of my ceiling to floor closet mirrors. He started to get up on his knees but I had a better idea.
"Lay on you back" I said, jumping up on my bed to retrieve the numerous pillows and, sorry to admit, stuffed animals I had there. I propped him up with the pillows using a huge Teddy Bear I had as the top cushion.
"You want me to lay on your Teddy Bear?  Ain't that kinda kinky?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah" I said, acknowledging my debauchery.

I instructed him to lay spread eagle facing the mirror, so he could see. Just the thought of him in that position was enough to make his dick spring brick hard and stand straight out from his groin. With him properly positioned I returned to his ass hole as he peered between his out stretched legs watching my actions. I slipped my finger lengthwise his squeaky clean boy chute. It was so squeaky clean, however, that my finger couldn't slide across it. It dragged across it, making me fear I was causing his sensitive hole discomfort.

"You got some lotion, or something?" he inquired. Jumping up I went to my beside stand. When I returned with the bottle of baby oil, he was impressed. Opening it I poured some between his spread ass cheeks. Returning to my position beside him, I resumed my actions, running my now slippery fingers up and down his tight cherry.
"Dang, that feels good" he said, spreading his legs wider. I continued massaging his ass hole, while gently pushing my fingertip inside it.
"So, where is that eyedropper?" he asked, slyly. I was astonished but pleasantly surprised.

Getting up, I opened my closet and got the chemistry set out. It was a big set my parents had got me for my fourteenth birthday, but I rarely played with it now. Opening the box, I found the eyedropper. It was rather large and could hold almost two ounces of liquid.  I returned the box to the closet and closed the mirrored doors.

"Maybe I better clean it off" I suggested, stepping over him and into the bathroom. I took out some alcohol and poured it on the eyedropper. Then I removed the rubber bulb and ran some water through the glass tube. Soaping it up a little with the hand soap, I rinsed it off again. Wiping it off with a paper towel I put it back together, filled it with water, and went back to my room.

Upon returning I was given the treat of seeing Cory still on his back, legs spread and running his finger up and down his well lubed ass hole. His dick was super hard and dripping precum again. It really was a hot sight. I tore myself from that scene and approached him.

"All ready" I said. He raised his feet and spread his legs wider. Obviously, he wanted full access to his waiting hole. I knelt beside him and positioned the eyedropper at his proffered hole. Rubbing it around in the generous amount of baby oil slathered on his ass, I lubed it up. Then I placed it at his hole and began to push in, ever so gently. His toes wiggled a bit, but that was the most he did. The eyedropper pushed past his unyielding sphincter and into the depths of  his virgin ass hole. Satisfied it was in deep enough, I squeezed the bulb driving the cool liquid up his bunghole.

"Ooooh" he whispered, watching the liquid squirt up his hole. His toes wiggled again as he felt the water pushed in.
"That was weird" he said, stunned.
"I know" I said, tugging the eyedropper out of his clenching hole. He lowered his legs, resting his feet on the floor.
"What about my dick, too?" he asked, fascinated.
"I wish we'd done that first" I said, getting up to go clean the eyedropper again.

Returning, I was treated again to him laying spread eagle looking at himself as he played with his ass.
"You're really into this, huh?"
"My ass just makes me so hot!" he confided. "And this new position is the bomb!" he said looking at himself in the mirror. I got down beside him and took his throbbing dick in my hand. Wiping the flow of precum off it, I put the small end of the eyedropper at his slit.
"Ready?"
He nodded his head. Pushing just the lips of the eyedropper in his pee hole I grasped the bulb with my other hand and squeezed just a drop or two into his dick. Slowly, I pushed some more in.

"Aaaah" he moaned, a slight look of discomfort on his face. I stopped pushing and waited.
"Ok" he said, his dick adjusting to the pressure. I pushed again, eventually emptying its contents. Although the small amount of water up his ass didn't need immediate egress, the water up his dick was different.
"It feels like I gotta pee" he said, getting up to go to the bathroom.
"Wait here" I said jogging to my bathroom grabbing an old towel from the cabinet. I spread it between his legs.
"Now, go ahead" I told him. He looked at me a little astonished but eventually allowed his body to release the water. It sprayed out of his jutting spear in small spurts, landing on the towel. We both watched, getting more aroused, as the clear water squirted out of his hard dick.

"Now, I can say I've done something really freaky with somebody" he said as the last dribbles of water ran down his dick, over his balls and onto the towel.
"Play with my ass again, man. That feels gooood" he said, spreading his legs again.

Wiping him up with the towel, I returned to his ass hole sliding my fingers across it. It quivered and twitched in respond to my touch. Growing inquisitive, I pushed my finger gently inside. His toes dug into the carpet, indicating his slight irritation, but he was able to take half my finger before I stopped, allowing him to catch up. His ass was snapped tight around my intruding finger. So tight, I could feel the beat of his pulsing veins.

After it appeared his ass had gotten accustomed to my invading finger I pushed more of it in until my knuckle was pressed against his ass cheeks. It was weird feeling his ass snapped around the length of my finger. It was satiny soft and rippled every time I moved my finger. I was sensing all types of textures on my finger but the strangest sensation was the bulge of his prostate resting on my upturned finger. I didn't know what it was at the time, so I informed him.

"There's something bulging in your ass right over my finger, dude"
"No shit?" he said, a little concerned. "Wonder what it is?"
"I don't know" I said sliding my finger in and then out dragging it across this bulge.
"Aaaaaah!" he moaned, his eyes rolling up in his head.
"Hurt?" I asked, alarmed.
"No, that shit felt gooood!!" he reported.
"Do it again!"
Obeying I slid my finger up his ass again making sure to stimulate the bulge in his ass.
"Mmmmmm!" he moaned again, biting his lower lip.
"Dang, man, if you don't stop that, I'm going to blow my load all over you!" he cautioned.
"That's amazing!" I said, getting excited. We were both pleasantly surprised.
"Damn, dude, you got to do me!" I exclaimed. I switched places with him spreading my legs in anticipation.
"But go slow, ok?" I admonished him.
"Ok" he said, lubing up his fingers, and then my ass.

My ass sufficiently oiled he got comfortable between my legs and began working his finger up my ass. It was a little painful at first as his finger breached my equally tight virgin hole but eventually it got adjusted. He was patient and waited for me to let him know it was ok. Signaling it was, he shoved more of his soft finger inside me, eventually burying its entire length inside me.
"You feel it?" I questioned.
"Naw, not yet" he said, searching.
"Where did you say it was?"
"It  should be right…"
"I think I found it" he interjected sliding his finger across my bulging prostate emitting a groan from me, my toes digging into the carpet, now.
"Hurt?" he asked me, concern on his face.
"No. It's weird"
"Do it again" He obliged and ran the length of his finger over it, this time, sending electrical charges of sexual fire up my ass, through my spine and exploding in my brain.
"Damnnnn!" I groaned,  "That's incredible!"
"What the hell is that?" I asked, enthralled.
"Don't know. But I bet you most guys don't know they have it" he said plunging his finger back inside my ass causing me to moan loudly, and my dick to almost shoot.
"You're right about it making you almost shoot" I said. He ran it in a few more times adding a wicked twist the last time.

"Do mine again" he insisted, switching places with me. After I had sliced my finger back up his ass for a few minutes, his cock was so hard, I thought it would split. An undeniable desire was searing my mind and I could put it off no longer.
"I want to see what it would feel like if I put my dick in there" I solicited.
He looked at me with those innocent brown eyes and said,
"Ok"
"But go real slow."

Getting between his legs I raised his feet high and placed my dick at his hot boy cherry.
"You better put something on it" he advised me.
"Oh yeah" I said, grabbing the baby oil and smearing it all on my dick adding a little more on his ass for good measure. Returning to his hole, I positioned my dick at it again, finding myself excited beyond measure. I was beginning to fear I would bust a nut before I could get my dick inside him. Calming myself, I began pushing my dick head inside his virginal asshole. It resisted my invading spear at first his ass clenching tighter.

"I think you need to relax" I suggested.
"Ok" he said very guarded, "But stop if I tell you to, ok?"
"I will" I said, bending over to kiss him gently on his lips. He returned the kiss, reaching up to caress my head. As we sucked at each other's tongues I gently began pushing my dick into his ass again. His eyes went wide as his hole opened, the head of my dick sliding in. He kissed me more fervently then, and I advanced more of my dick inside his asshole.

"Owww!" he yelled, his toes curling almost doubling his feet.
"Ok?" I asked, a little panicked.
"Yeah, wait a second" he instructed, shutting his eyes. I held there with half my dick rammed up his little asshole. I leaned down and stroked his nipple with my tongue, centering his attention back on his driving libido. When his ass started getting use to my dick he said,
"Ok, try putting some more in" his face still a little scrunched up.

I pushed again, penetrating his virgin asshole, introducing my dick into areas no dick had been. At the same time I returned to kissing his sweet mouth the thought dawning on me that the memories of my first lovemaking would involve me and a boy. We were kissing each other like star crossed lovers now as my dick kept sliding into his quavering hole. When I felt my balls nuzzle his ass cheeks, I broke the kiss to see our union.

"It's all the way in, dude" I declared. He glanced down to see, his eyes really getting big when he saw that he was totally impaled on my full eight and half inches.
"Aw, wow, man!" he exclaimed.
"It feels weird, man" he said, a little excited. I couldn't believe the onslaught of  sensations I was feeling as his boy pussy clutched my dick. It took all the control I could muster to not spurt all my cum right up his sucking hole. Regaining my control, I finally dared to pull out a few inches.
"Awwww!" he moaned, as his upturned toes clutched at the air, again.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?" I asked.
"Naw. It's like, ten times better than your finger, man. I think it's rubbing that bulge in there, dude" he explained.
"You want me to keep doing it?"
"Yeah, but go slow"

Complying to his request, I pushed back in slowly and then pulled back out. He sighed in glee, feeling the length of the dick moving across his tender prostate. Sensing his enjoyment, I pushed back in and then pulled more than half my dick back out this time. When I pushed my dick back in after that, there was no doubt that both he and I would never want anything else but this. He rolled his eyes up in his head, hissed and wiggled his toes. He had been deflowered by his new best friend and would forever have an insatiable desire to be like this, his legs spread to the heavens, and his ass ploughed open by a huge, hard dick.

"Ah, fuck! Do it, man" he encouraged me. I didn't need much, finding a rhythm slamming his ass. As we fucked, my pace picked up and I started humping like a dog in heat. He readily responded raising his ass up to meet my down thrusts. I peeped over my shoulder dying to see what we looked like in the mirror. Seeing his round ass lifted off the carpet, split open by my ramming piston was beyond hot.
"Aaaww, shit. Yeah, fuck it " he begged.
"Aaww! I think I'm…" But he couldn't get the words out, his ass now being split by my ramming dick. As I struggled to understand what he was trying to say, his dick leapt of its own accord, spewing ropes of hot cum all over his stomach. He cried out loudly as the cum ripped out of him unexpectedly. At the same time his asshole started convulsing around my dick, the rippling muscles milking the length of my dick buried deep in his bowels.

I too, cried out as the cum was literally sucked out my dick by the wavelike motion of his ass muscles. God, I hope the neighbors don't hear us, I thought, as my cock shot its load up his ass. We held each other tightly as our twin climaxes gripped our bodies. I continued fucking his ass until I was exhausted and my load was spent. When we were both finally emptied of all our cum, and energy too it seemed, we collapsed into each other's arms panting.

"I could feel your cum when it shot up my asshole" Cory divulged, still panting.
"You're kidding?"
"Uh, uh. I could feel like at least three of your spurts. It kind of tickled, but it mostly was hot!"
"You feel this?" I asked pulsing my dick still lodged in his ass.
"Yeah, damnnnn" he said, amazed.
"That shit was incredible, man" he confessed, savoring his first fuck.

Reluctantly I withdraw my dick from his ass and rolled off of him. We lay there for the longest until he finally said,
"Guess we better go to the shower" We smiled at each other both aware of where that would lead and got up. Sure enough we ended up fucking around in the shower again and then returned my bedroom where he wasn't satisfied until we had another hot session of me fucking his juicy ass. Actually, we spent the rest of the day embroiled in, raunchy, teen boy sex, our only reason for stopping being the knowledge we would get together again, and the lateness of the hour. Though I loathed have him leave, I had to eventually rush him out the door, fearing the imminent return of my parents. At the last second he turned to me and said,
"Well, there's always the window."
 

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