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Dad's dinnertime shit-storm turned out to be more of a drizzle.
"I'm not doing that," he casually said. "Tell them we've got plans, tickets to a show or something."
"And then what?" Mom demanded. "They're right next door. They'll see that we're home."
"Then let's go out to dinner or a movie. They won't know where we went."
Mom got that look on her face that she reserved for idiots.
"What will that accomplish? They'll just invite us another night. What are we supposed to do? Clear out of our own house every time they invite us?"
Dad barely looked up from his lasagna. "Then tell 'em to fuck off," he said. "I don't care."
"If you want to tell them to fuck off then you go right ahead," she firmly replied. "I'm not doing your dirty work."
My stomach twisted because if they got into a feud with the Arvidssons it would mess everything up for me. I must have had a telling expression on my face because Dad turned to me with his signature annoyed look.
"Oh, and you have an opinion I suppose," he demanded. "Come on, spit it out."
Timidly I faced him. "You should give them a chance, Dad," I meekly said. "They're really nice."
"I have enough friends," Dad said and shoveled in some more lasagna.
"Name one," Mom challenged and got a nasty look in return. Undaunted she added, "I haven't met the husband or the kids but the wife is nice enough and she obviously likes Fin. She brought those muffins over this morning and while she's not exactly my type of person — over-friendly to the point of nausea in fact — but surely it would be easier in the long run if we got along with the neighbors."
Dad grudgingly nodded. "Those muffins were friggin' amazing. Maybe it's worth one evening of my life to keep the baked goods coming."
My chest inflated in relief and happiness. We should have marked that day on the calendar. My Dad listened to reason! I turned a grateful look to Mom but she didn't notice. That was OK. I got what I wanted.
When I finished the dishes I headed up to my room as usual. I was about to announce "Goodnight!" but I stopped short when I heard my Mom's voice and realized she was not in the den with her jigsaw but in the family room with my Dad. I picked out the name "Fin" and it made me stop on the stairs to listen.
"You're always bitching that the kid's cramping your style," she said, not as quietly as she apparently thought. "The more we make nice with these people the more time he'll spend over there, out of our hair."
"Hmm, I see your point," he said. "Maybe we can even unload him for whole nights, sleepovers and such. Maybe have a little fun ourselves."
"That would be something new," she said icily. "You and me having fun."
"Not necessarily with each other."
"You're a pig," she calmly said and even I could tell an exit line when I heard one. I hurried up the final few stairs before she got into the hallway. She never turned toward me so I was pretty sure she didn't know I had overheard.
Safely sequestered I sat on the edge of my bed.
Cramping his style? I didn't know exactly what that meant but I knew it wasn't good. What the hell did he want from me anyway? He got home from work at six and I was in my room by 7:30. That's what? An hour and a half? I guessed it was more on weekends but shit! In their hair? Most of the time that I spent with them was because they made me! Come down to say hello, Fin. Dry the dishes, Fin. Help me with the yard work, Fin. The rest of the time I was right there in my room, as far from their hair as I could get.
I started to think maybe they did hate me after all.
"Come on in, Fin," Veed said, gesturing me through into the entrance foyer.
I was a little scared that Veed would be mad at me but he wasn't acting like it so that was a relief. I smiled at him and he warily smiled back. I guess he wasn't sure what was going to happen either.
I held my breath all through breakfast that morning worrying my Mom would make me stay home again but she never said anything. She left for work at a quarter to ten and at 14 minutes to ten I hauled next door like my ass was on fire. I just couldn't wait another second to find out the "many honest things" Mr. A promised to tell me.
"You wanna hang out in your room?" I asked, mostly to break the silence.
"No," he said. "I'm supposed to bring you into the family room."
It's starting already, I thought, but "OK," was all I said out loud.
I followed Veed down the hall toward the back of the house. It opened into one big room with the kitchen at one end, the dining table in the middle and couches and the coffee table and stuff at the other end. The Harpers used to call it "the great room" and it was where we had raggmunk for lunch two days before. Mrs. A was sitting on one of the couches flanked by Ronnie and Hawley.
"Hello Fin," she said in a friendly but slightly distant voice. The kids smiled at me but they were also subdued. The whole vibe felt ominous, like maybe I was in trouble after all despite Mr. A's assurances.
"Come sit down," Mrs. A said, pointing me to the other couch at a right angle to where she sat. I took a seat and Veed started to as well but his mother stopped him. "Please go find your Dad, Veed."
"OK, Mom," he said and trotted off.
I met eyes with Ronnie and saw what I hoped was the germ of forgiveness. I said, "I'm really sorry I made you guys feel weird."
Ronnie's eyes brightened and she started to speak but Mrs. A interrupted. "Let's wait for Dad," she said.
We all fell silent for the thirty seconds it took Veed to return with his father. Like before the big man didn't look mad, only serious."
"Hello Finley Cooper," he said, and again I took it as a good sign. "Thank you for coming."
"Thank you for giving me another chance."
Mrs. A said, "Please don't think of it that way, Fin. We're not angry with you. You did something wrong but everybody makes mistakes."
"Yeah Fin," Veed piped in. "It's not like you get one more chance and if you mess it up we're gonna hate you or something."
"We like you Fin," Ronnie added. "We want to be friends, not send you away."
I smiled in tremendous relief. "I'm really glad," I said, "because I like you all so much!"
Mr. A turned squarely to me. "We like you very much too and we think you are a fine person deep in your heart. This is why we have decided to trust you as we trust our own family. If we tell you private things do you promise you will never tell anyone else?"
"I swear, Mr. A! I'll never tell anybody."
"Not even your parents?"
"Especially not my parents."
I don't owe them anything, I added in my head.
"OK," the man said with a ghost of a smile. "Let us proceed. What do you know about Sweden?"
"Not very much," I said. "I looked it up on Wikipedia but that's all."
"Sweden is so cool!" Veed said. "Nobody's all hung up about stuff like they are here. They just let you be yourself."
"That may be taking it too far, Honey," Mrs. A said. "Our family and friends are that way but not everyone in Sweden is."
"Many more in Sweden than here however," Mr. A said. "Most believe that a person can do or say or think as they wish if no harm comes of it to others."
I must have looked puzzled because Ronnie jumped in and said, "We think pretty much everything is OK as long as it doesn't hurt anybody."
"You mean like going naked?" I asked.
"Yes," Mrs. A said. "Exactly like that. The human body is a beautiful and wonderful thing. It makes no sense to raise children to believe that there is something wrong with their bodies, that they should be ashamed of them and hide them away. Being naked is the most natural thing in the world."
"This is true, Finley Cooper," Mr. A said. "We Swedes believe we should always be in harmony with nature. This includes keeping ourselves clean and healthy. We have bathed together naked for centuries, since the time of the Vikings. Small children in Sweden play without clothes as a matter of course."
Mrs. A laughed. "Bare skin is much easier to wash than clothing."
"I love to play naked!" Hawley enthused, "especially outside!"
"Me too," Ronnie agreed. "It just feels so good to have the sun on your body and the breeze tickling you all over."
"If this world were perfect," Mr. A weighed in, "we would go nude all of the time, to the grocery store and to the movies and our children would go to school without clothes. But the world is not perfect, especially not here in America. Here we must be very careful who we trust."
"Mama?" Hawley begged. "Can I take my clothes off yet? I'm getting all itchy."
"Yes Mama," Ronnie chimed in. "Fin is OK with it, aren't you Fin? Besides, he's already seen us."
"This is not the only consideration however," Mr. A said with authority. "If we are to trust Fin he must show that he trusts us as well. Fin must participate."
"You mean you want me to take my clothes off too?" I felt frightened but also excited.
Mrs. A looked me squarely in the eyes. "Only if you want to. Part of our naturist philosophy is that no one should be forced to join in. If you don't want to be nude with us just say so. We won't insist and the children will put on clothes when you come over to play."
I didn't know what to say and I just stared at Mrs. A, my mind involuntarily traveling back to the sight of her naked in the window. I found my pulse pounding in my ears.
Veed elbowed me lightly in the ribs. "Come on Fin," he urged. "Get naked with us. I promise you'll love it!"
"Yeah Fin," Ronnie said, her eyes almost pleading. "We can all have fun together."
I thought about this cute girl happily stroking her brothers' two stiff dicks and I felt mine begin to inflate in my pants. I let out a tiny gasp as it rose and in two seconds it was fully hard. Reflexively I glanced down at my crotch and when I looked back up again Mr. A had a knowing smirk.
"Do not be embarrassed Finley Cooper," he said. "All boys get boners, and men sometimes too. It is natural."
I shot a worried look at Mrs. A who smiled that same, super-fond smile as when she brought the muffins.
"I have two sons who go naked every day," she said. "Do you think I've never seen them stiff?"
"I get boners a lot," Hawley offered. "I've even got one right now."
"Me too," Veed said, not embarrassed in the slightest.
"What do you say, Finley Cooper?" Mr. A asked with a smile. "Shall we all undress now?"
It never occurred to me that the adults would get naked too. I don't know why I assumed that it would just be the kids. After all, I saw Mrs. A nude the other night so obviously she slept naked and Mr. A said he would go nude to the grocery store if he could! They were all looking at me with intense expectation.
"OK, I guess," I said and the three kids erupted in delighted whoops. Hawley immediately jumped up and peeled off his t-shirt while Ronnie bent to remove her strappy sandals. Veed grinned at me and took his shirt off while Mr. and Mrs. A stepped a few feet away, needing more room to maneuver their longer arms and legs.
I watched Mrs. A remove her flowered blouse and fold it carefully, draping it over the back of the couch. Her bra was peach-colored and had a little bow of ribbon right between her boobs.
"Come on Fin," Veed prompted, startling me into motion. I peeled off my shirt and Veed beamed at me, instantly making me feel more comfortable.
"I win!" Hawley crowed as he threw his little underpants behind the couch to join his other clothes on the floor. His small dick was fully erect just as I saw through the binoculars only now I saw it even better. The bright cherry-red color of his exposed glans was much more enticing than I ever expected and I was aware that I was staring.
"It is not a race, Hawley," Mr. A said with a chuckle as he stepped over behind his wife and deftly unhooked her bra. In one second Mrs. A's round breasts were in view only a few feet away. Her pink nipples were sharply erect the same as mine get when I play with them, only hers were much, much bigger. I wondered if she liked playing with them too.
Ronnie had just peeled off her top and the contrast was interesting as hell. She was utterly flat-chested and her nips were as tiny as mine but just as aroused as her mother's. She made smiling eye contact with me as she shucked her shorts and undies to her ankles and stepped out of them. Her smile turned sly and she struck a pose for me, looking very much like a Hollywood starlet on the red carpet with one hand on her hip, which was thrust out provocatively, and the knee bent inward. I was slightly shocked to realize that she meant this as a sexy pose.
Right in front of her parents!
I got the strongest sense yet that she was playing up to me in a girl-boy way, but I also knew that I was not really interested in that. I shot an apprehensive look to Mrs. A but she was smiling, so she either didn't notice what Ronnie was doing or it was OK with her. Mrs. A herself must have removed her pants while I was occupied with Ronnie because she stood clad only in peach-colored bikini panties.
"It's OK to look, Fin," she said as she slid the panties down her strong legs and revealed the little bush of golden hair covering her sex. "This is very new to you and naturally you're curious but believe me, once you become accustomed to social nudity you will only see me as Mrs. A and not the naked lady in the room."
"This is very much the point, Finley Cooper," Mr. A said. I hadn't even noticed him undressing but the big man was down to only his boxer shorts. "These are mere facts of biology, to be acknowledged the same as all other facts. Everyone has a body and most appear very similar. It is quite unremarkable that women have breasts and vaginas, and that men have penises and testicles."
Hawley turned away and thrust his cute bare bottom at me. "And we all have butts!" he cheekily cried and everyone laughed, even me.
Veed elbowed me again and I turned to him, almost surprised to find him naked. If I thought I felt electricity playing Kubb so close to him then sitting inches away when he's naked and erect was like a lightning strike!
"Come on Fin," he said just as he did the last time I simply sat and stared. "It's weird to be naked in front of people who have their clothes on but it's not weird at all when everybody's bare."
I was mortified to think I was making them feel weird again so I hurried out of the rest of my clothes. Everyone was looking at me and I felt self-conscious as hell — especially about my stiffie — but I didn't cover up, forcing myself to just let them look.
"You look great, Fin!" Ronnie said in barely-contained excitement. If I sensed Ronnie's lust then surely the grownups must have as well but neither gave so much as a concerned glance.
Instead Mrs. A smiled at me and said, "You're very handsome in the nude, Fin. You have nothing to be ashamed about."
My face was hot and flushed but I nodded and return her smile. I thought Mrs. A could talk me through just about anything.
"Shucks!" Hawley said in disappointment. He was looking straight between my legs. "I still have the smallest dick."
Mrs. A chuckled and put an arm around her youngest son. "You're only eight, Honey, and Fin is ten. You still have a lot of growing to do."
"You've been telling me that my whole life," he complained.
"It's been true your whole life," she countered. "Don't be in such a hurry to grow up. I still like having my baby boy."
"I'm not a baby, Mama!" he protested, sounding more babyish than ever.
"No, of course you're not," she said in that same calming voice that had brought my heart rate back down to almost normal. She pulled him into a full hug and Hawley leaned his head against her breast, letting himself be comforted.
Veed examined me closely. "You have a nice body, Fin," he said and I felt a thrill from his attention. "Do you exercise?"
"Not really," I confessed.
Unless you count masturbation, I added in my head and I had to smile at my own private joke.
Mr. A offered, "You are welcome to exercise with us, if you wish," and when I turned to acknowledge him my mouth opened in shock.
Somewhere along the line he had slipped off his boxers and he stood fully — might I say stunningly — naked. I could only stare at his long, thick cock hanging down from a trim bush of curly light-brown hair. It had to be eight inches long and hung over hairy balls the size of the jumbo eggs my Mom buys at the supermarket. His body was rock-hard with sharply defined muscles, including the kind of abdomen they call a six-pack. I had only seen a physique like his in the animated Street Fighters on PlayStation, though of course with them I never saw a dick. I remembered the girl jerking off the man on YouTube and realized that Mr. A was even bigger than that.
It's a good thing they wear pants for Olympic Equestrian events or he might have made the horse jealous.
I thought my staring had made Mr. A uncomfortable because he began gathering up his clothes.
"You have made a good decision, Finley Cooper," he said, striding naked across the room and making that big cock swing. "You will soon find many benefits in Naturism. Now however I must return to my work."
As the man's chiseled buns disappeared into the hallway I turned to Mrs. A with an apologetic grimace. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird again. I promise I won't look at his — at him — anymore."
"You didn't make it weird, Fin," she reassured me. "Mr. A starts his new job on Monday and he wants to make a good impression, so he's studying up on the project he'll be joining."
"Dad's going to be a genetic researcher at the University," Veed said.
"And please relax, Fin," Mrs. A said. "I'm sure he wasn't offended that you looked at him. You've probably never seen a grown man's penis before."
"No, I haven't," I said.
Not in real life. The only other time I saw one was on the Internet so I guess it wasn't really a lie.
"And you haven't seen a woman's breasts before either, have you?"
I didn't want to lie to her but I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I had peeped at her through the bedroom window. Besides, I didn't really see her tits then because she was sixty or seventy feet away. It had been really more of an impression of them while this was a real close-up view.
"No ma'am," I said, then hurriedly corrected, "No Mrs. A."
"Then come over here, sit by me," she said. "Scoot over, Ronnie, and let Fin sit between us."
Ronnie's eyes lit up. "OK!"
My heart was in my throat but I had to do it. I had to prove I trusted them, so with a glance at Veed for moral support I got up and moved from our couch to theirs. Ronnie hadn't given me quite enough room so I had to sort of wedge my bare butt in between them. The skin-to-skin contact on both sides was both alarming and electrifying.
"Go ahead, Fin," Mrs. A said. "Take a good look."
I turned my head and there was her left boob six inches from my eyes. Her skin was smooth, pink and flawless and she smelled fresh and wonderful. I focused on her sharply erect nipple and noticed that it was a slightly darker shade of pink than the rest of her breast and that there was a circle of that same color around the pointy part that was dotted with tiny bumps. It was fascinating in a way that was not remotely sexual.
"What do you think of my breast, Fin?" she asked.
"It's very pretty," I offered, for lack of anything less dumb to say. Then another thought came to me. "It looks very soft."
"It's really soft!" Hawley blurted. "Touch it, Fin. She won't mind."
"Oh, no no I couldn't," I exclaimed and leaned away, pressing back against Ronnie which was almost as embarrassing.
"Don't mind Hawley, Fin," Mrs. A said. "You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. He's right though that I wouldn't mind. My breast is just skin, exactly the same as my shoulder or my hand. If you're curious about how my breast feels you may touch it. If not that's fine too. Perhaps another day. My breasts will always be here whenever I am!" She laughed and smiled that fond smile.
When five seconds passed and I hadn't touched her Mrs. A said, "Well," and stood up. Her golden pussy hair was now at my eye level, which did not improve my anxiety. "I should see about lunch. You boys go play in your room, OK? Ronnie, please come help me in the kitchen."
Ronnie's mouth dropped open and she stammered, "But— I want to go play too!"
"You'll have time for play after lunch," Mrs. A firmly said. "I think Fin needs the company of boys right now, until he settles into this new situation a bit more."
She had hit it right on the head. It was weird enough being naked but having females around was stressing me out. I could do naked with boys a lot easier.
Somehow Mrs. A understood me and my feelings better than anyone ever had in my whole life.
"Aw Mom!" Ronnie complained but she obediently followed into the kitchen.
"Let's go," Veed said, "and don't forget your clothes. You should always have your clothes in the same room as you."
I began gathering my few articles. "How come?"
"One time at our old house my friend was playing naked with us and his Mom showed up to get him an hour early. His clothes were downstairs so he had to borrow some of mine and then try to explain why he was wearing my clothes instead of his own."
Hawley laughed but I saw that Veed felt bad about it. "He told her he just liked my clothes and wanted to try 'em on but she knew he was lying and he got in a lot of trouble. He couldn't play with me for a whole month after that and he never got naked with us again."
"OK then," I said with finality. "My clothes stay with me!"
Hawley ran ahead of us up the stairs and his little round bouncing butt was tremendously cute. Veed went next and quite without planning I found his sweet, smooth ass right in front of my face. I breathed in his boy-scent and I couldn't believe how much I liked it. I thought it would smell like shit and gross me out but quite the opposite. It was an earthy, sexy musk that made my dick throb.
I really wanted to jerk off, which was exactly what Hawley was already doing when we got to the bedroom.
"Come on, you guys!" he implored. "If I don't fool around right now I'm gonna go nutso!"
Veed giggled and asked me, "Did you ever fool around before?"
I swallowed nervously. "No."
I couldn't take my eyes off of Hawley rapidly stroking his short red pole with his thumb and one finger.
"Do you want to try it?" Veed pressed. "It's real fun."
"I don't know," I answered lamely.
Veed made a show of bending over to look straight at my crotch. "Your dick is so hard I think you really want to."
I followed his gaze down to my cock and, indeed, it was as red, hot and engorged as it had ever been. It felt like it was pulsing as it jutted up my belly.
"Tell you what," Veed offered, "you can watch me and Hawley and then when you're ready you can join in."
I didn't reply but I didn't protest either and I thought Veed knew I was with the program even while I was still unsure. He crawled onto Hawley's bed and asked, "What do you want, Little Brother?"
"Suck!" the boy gleefully cried. "And do it real good, OK Veed?"
He chuckled and said, "I always do, don't I?"
Hawley turned to me with a lusty grin and said, "He really does. Wait until you feel it!"
Veed bent his face directly between Hawley's legs but I blurted, "Aren't you even gonna close the door?"
His mouth inches from Hawley Veed said, "There's nobody to hide it from. Our parents already know we do stuff."
With no further delay Veed took Hawley's stiffness into his mouth. The boy reacted like it was a tremendous relief; like he'd been suffering terrible pain that had abruptly stopped.
"Oh Veed," the boy groaned. "It feels good!"
"Mmmm," Veed moaned as he pumped up and down the little cock a few times. He pulled off just long enough to look at me with a twinkle in his eye and say, "Tastes good, too!" and he plunged back down to the root.
My heart beat even harder as I watched my horny new friends. I couldn't decide which boy I envied more, Hawley getting sucked or Veed doing the sucking. The truth was I envied them both.
Veed was on his knees on the bed with his face bent down to Hawley's crotch, leaving his butt high in the air. I remembered how I enjoyed that delicious-smelling ass as I followed him up the stairs and I took one step to the right until I was directly behind him and could see straight between those strong, smooth cheeks.
Veed's little asshole was a bright pink circle, relaxed and wide open to my view. I never even suspected that I wanted to see it until suddenly it was a foot in front of me. It was absolutely intoxicating and I examined it closely, amazed that through this little portal I could actually see a tiny bit inside of his body!
I realized with a start that, like Hawley, if I didn't "join in" I was going to explode!
It still felt too weird to admit that I was obsessed with Veed's butthole so instead I moved around the bed and watched more closely the first blow job I had ever witnessed. Until then they had been like unicorns to me, something I'd heard of many times but had never actually seen and wasn't really sure existed.
"Can I try?" I asked, surprising myself.
Veed stopped sucking and looked at me in wonder. "Wow," he said. "Most guys want to get one first before they give one, but sure. Come on in here."
I climbed onto the bed on my knees like Veed but on the other side of Hawley. The little boy grinned at me.
"I get to have your very first one? I never had anybody's first one before."
I was surprised. "Weren't you the first one Veed ever did?"
"No," Veed said, "he was still too little then and he wasn't interested. My first one was my friend Ulrik in Sweden when I was seven and he was eight. We learned how from his brother Gören, who was eleven."
"Do lots of boys do it in Sweden?".
"Yeah," Veed casually replied, like it was unremarkable. "Lots do it here too but they pretend they don't."
"Come on," Hawley complained. "You can talk later."
Veed chuckled, "OK Little Brother." He turned to me and said, "The most important thing is to make sure you don't scratch him with your teeth. You're trying to make it feel good and scratches don't feel good."
"OK," I said, "no teeth."
"Now there's three things boys really like: One, use your tongue and your lips to tease his dickhead. Do it real nice, just the way you think would feel good on you. Number two, go all the way down until you can't get any more in your mouth and suck real strong. It feels amazing to be all the way in somebody's mouth like that! And three, pump up and down on him from top to bottom and kind of jerk him off with your lips. If you mix up those three things and keep him guessing what you're gonna do next you'll give a fantastic blow job!"
My excitement vaulted even higher. I was not scared or unsure at all. I wanted to do this. Pausing with my lips an inch from Hawley's quivering red dick-tip I glanced up to his face.
His bright blue eyes were sparkling.
I reached out my tongue and tasted my very first boy-cock. It was amazing, intoxicating. It felt like something I'd wanted my whole life. I took the full cherry head and ran my tongue around it, gratified when Hawley sighed with the same relief as when Veed started on him.
"Oh man!" the boy sighed again. "Are you sure you never did this before?"
I didn't answer, just slurp-slurp-slurped the very head of his dick until he sucked in his breath in tortured ecstasy. I plunged all the way to the base and strongly pulled at Hawley's sweet, slim firmness. He moaned and thrust his hips up to my face.
"Holy cow, Fin!" Veed murmured as he looked on in astonishment. "Suck it, man!"
Oh, and I did. I pumped Hawley's short length five or six times then stopped at the tip, licking and laving and slurping like it was the best thing I ever tasted in my life.
Which it was.
"God Fin, you do it good!" Hawley sighed as he grabbed the back of my head with both hands and thrust his bony little cock between my lips. I became aware of his tiny soft balls touching my chin on every pump and it added to the thrill.
I had never been happier in my life.
"Ooooooo — Oh God!" Hawley moaned. "Pump, Fin, pump!"
I felt the heat of his passion as he fed me his rampant little cock. We were both getting more and more excited as we writhed together and the minutes passed, two boys striving our hardest toward the same goal.
"He's going to get the feeling!" Veed happily cried. "Go Fin!"
Hawley grunted with an intensity I didn't know he had in him and slammed his dick up into my mouth. I sucked with all my strength as his small body began to shake and shudder. I rode it out all the way to the end, the wonderful orgasm that I gave to him. I was proud and happy and grateful and horny all at the same time.
"Holy shit, Fin!" Veed cried. "That was amazing! I've never seen Hawley cum so hard. Sometimes I can't even get him there at all!"
The boy's chest heaved and though his dick was still hard he nudged my face away gasping, "Stop now Fin, OK? It's too tickly."
I reluctantly released him and we exchanged happy smiles. I glanced at Veed and he smiled right along.
"Hawley likes to finish with a kiss," Veed said, and I looked to the boy for confirmation. He nodded, so I leaned down again and placed a smooch on the very tip of his dick.
"Not there!" Hawley fondly laughed. "On my mouth!"
I was a little surprised but I shrugged and moved up to put our faces together. Hawley grabbed me around my neck and pulled me in for a deep but tender kiss.
I had only ever been kissed by my parents when I was little, certainly not this sexy way, and I was a little taken aback. Hawley persisted and in a few seconds I was truly enjoying his soft young lips on mine.
When he broke away I was left wanting more and I hovered there, our faces inches apart, gazing into his eyes. I saw desire re-enter his baby-blues and I moved in to engage him again. This time his slippery little tongue poked between my lips and in a second it was swirling around mine. I loved this idea and instantly we were making out like crazy.
"Wow, maybe you are gay!" came a voice from the doorway.
It was Ronnie.
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