Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2020 02:17:34 +0000 From: vereinington Subject: Dane's Body (Gay/Adult-Youth) The following story is fictional. None of the events, characters, businesses or cities are real. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. I love getting email. If you liked the story or want to comment about it or anything else, contact me at vereinington@protonmail.com. Thanks, Vance. Nifty needs your donations to provide this valuable platform http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html DANE'S BODY I stepped into the boy's bedroom and was surprised to see him lying face down naked on top of his fully made bed. The pert white globes of his smooth bottom contrasted with the tawny skin of his back and legs. A pair of silver mylar balloons from yesterday's birthday floated above his dresser, a large "13" tied to a brass drawer pull with blue curl ribbon. I felt the blood leaving my head and rushing to my loins. My throat felt tight. "Dane?" I said quietly. The boy didn't stir. "Dane?" A little louder. "The enchiladas are ready." Still no response. I gingerly sat on the edge of the bed and tried to savor his body with my eyes. His head faced the wall, resting on his arms. Thick dark blonde hair with yellow summer-sun highlights covered his head, ears and neck. A thin trail of tiny blonde hairs marched downward from his neck and stopped between his shoulder blades. His spine descended to the small of his back, then rose again as it approached his buttocks. He had an almost impossibly narrow waist - I often found myself wondering what his pants size was. Beyond the creamy white break of his mid-section, his tan skin resumed on his slightly splayed legs. From where I sat on the bed, I couldn't see what lay between them; the terminus of his inviting ass crack beckoned me. Dane stirred just as I was leaning over to take a look. Abandoning my quest, I left my seated position. Then Dane pulled his left leg up toward his chest. This allowed me a full view of his round, hairless ball sack. Dane had gone to his room to change out of his wet swimsuit while I made lunch. I knew if I touched his balls they would feel cool and smooth, but I didn't want to risk destroying our friendship for a few seconds of personal gratification. I leaned over and gave the boy's right shoulder a gently shake. "Dane? Lunch is ready." He raised his head and looked at me through half closed eyes which widened as awareness flooded his face. "Oh... Sorry." Dane rolled onto his side facing me. Before I could even think about it my eyes darted toward his groin. I looked back at his face hoping he hadn't noticed - I'd only looked for a quarter of second but it was enough to see that he had an erection. His cock extended from a patch of sparse soft pubes and arched upward towards his belly button. Dane's moist pink glans was exposed, peeking out of his fully retracted foreskin. "No worry," I said. "Get dressed and let's eat." I stood up and left the room, feeling like an actor in a role. I was playing the responsible grown up while my genuine nature screamed internally: "Get back in that room and look at that 13-year-old boy boner!!" In the kitchen I stuffed my hand down the front of my trunks to rearrange my straining hard-on in an attempt to make it more comfortable and less obvious. I put the enchiladas on two plates and grated some cheese over the top, then poured a glass of Martinelli's for Dane and a glass of Champagne for myself. Both were left over from yesterday's party. Yesterday's party. I was swept up in the memory of the day before. *** The invitation had said the party was Friday at 6:00 pm. "Dane is turning 13." Dane or his mother had slipped it under my apartment door on Tuesday, which hadn't given me much notice, but I would have cancelled an audience with the Queen to be at Dane's party. I wondered how many other people would be there. Would it be family? Would it be just kids Dane's age plus me, an out-of-place 31 year old? I knew a couple of Dane's friends, so I wasn't too worried. I was sure Teddy would be there. He was Dane's best friend, but I thought of him as "the kid with the bulge," since it was his most prominent feature. I don't know if he had a hard-on 24/7 or was just naturally endowed, but it was difficult to miss. The fact that I had been invited to the party had caused my heart to swell; I'd known Dane for about a month since moving into the second floor apartment below the place he shared with his single mother. I met him as I was climbing the stairs to my front door. I heard him before I saw as he rounded the landing in a sprint and almost ran into me. "Sorry!" he said as he passed my left. "No problem!" I said. Then "I'm your new neighbor." I wasn't even sure he was still within earshot. "What a beautiful boy," I thought to myself. I'd only seen him for a second, but that was enough to cause butterflies in my stomach. I wondered if the boy knew how attractive he was. His light blue shorts revealed skinny tan legs, but they weren't like sticks, they were shapely. I could see the muscles of his thighs and calves straining as he propelled himself down the staircase. I spent most of my time in my apartment since I worked from home as an online marketer. Over the next week, I'd listen for the boy's distinctive steps outside my door and peer through the peephole, hoping to get a view of him. Monday: black shorts and a white t-shirt. Tuesday: the light blue shorts again, with a striped tank top. Wednesday: red swim trunks and a long sleeve dark blue t-shirt. On Thursday I stopped peeping. I heard the boy running up the flight toward the landing by my front door and opened my door as if I was leaving my apartment. The boy almost ran into me again. A mop of blond hair stopped just above his eyes. "Oh!" I said, feigning mock surprise. "Hey, I'm your new neighbor Jonas. You live upstairs, right?" The boy looked at me apprehensively, as if he were going to get in trouble for stomping around in his apartment above my head. I thrust my hand forward to shake his. "Pleased to meet you, neighbor!" I know it was corny but it caused him to relax. He shook my hand. "Dane," he said. "Do you surf?" I asked, pointing to the large "Surf and Enjoy" logo printed on the front of his turquoise t-shirt. "I've only been once, when we went camping at New Smyrna, but I'd like to go more." I thought about the surf spots near Jacksonville. "Well, maybe the next time I surf Jax Beach Pier you can come along. We'd probably want to go on a day when the surf is smaller, until you get more experience." "Really?" Dane sounded excited. He seemed to be taking my offer seriously. "Really," I said. "Oh, cool. Well, see you..." he continued up the next flight of stairs. Over the next week I "accidentally" ran into Dane several times in the stairwell. He always stopped to chat for a minute or two and I began to learn more about the boy. He lived with his mother, who worked at a cake bakery in San Marco Square. He was out of school for summer break and seemed to have a lot of time on his hands. A week after I met him he was coming into my apartment to visit. I'd invited him in to look at the computer system I'd built for gaming when I found out he was playing Borderlands 3. Now he was coming over every day, either to play on my computer or to watch Netflix. I found myself making him lunch almost every day - at first it was a peanut butter and honey sandwich or pizza rolls, but then I got more creative and began making things that took a little more effort, like a Monte Cristo sandwich or chocolate chip pancakes. Dane got comfortable being around me. He'd burp, stick his hands down his pants to scratch, and swear like a sailor (especially when he was playing video games). But I was always guarded. I wanted this kid to like me and look up to me. I played the part of the confident, easy-going guy, but inside I was like a giddy schoolgirl whenever Dane was around. Sitting at the computer one day, out of the blue, Dane asked me, "What color is your hair?" "Uh, brown." I gave Dane a puzzled look. "And on your head?" Dane giggled. At first I was confused, then I got what Dane meant. "Also brown," I answered. I would guess it was a joke going around amongst the 12-year-olds as they discovered their new pubes or were curious about the development of their buddies. This was a new area of conversation. I decided to push a little. "I don't have to ask you what color your hair is because you're bald." I said. "I am not!" Dane squealed. "I find that hard to believe," I said. "Don't worry - it's common among pre-teens not to have any hair." Dane stood up from the computer desk and turned toward me. He pulled down the waistband of his light blue shorts to reveal a few dark blonde hairs. He had to take the shorts pretty far down to show the sparse hairs which culminated at the apex of a tantalizing V shaped patch of untanned skin. Had he pulled them down any further, I would have seen the base of his cock. Dane ran the fingers of his left hand through the wispy pubes then pulled his shorts back up and returned to the computer game he was playing. He had exposed his lower abdomen for less that two seconds, but the image was forever burned into my hippocampus. "You got me," I said. Then I remembered a joke I had been told by an older boy when I was about Dane's age. "What did one leg say to the other?" "I don't know. What?" Dane put the game on pause and looked at me. "Pete's growing a beard." Dane exploded in laughter, despite the poor quality of the joke. I knew we were getting more comfortable with each other. A couple days later there was a knock at my door in the early evening. I looked through the peephole and recognized Dane's mother. I opened up and she introduced herself. "I'm Jeannie, Dane's mom." I'd seen Jeannie in the hall with Dane through my peephole. She looked to be in her late forties. I found myself wondering how old she was when she given birth to Dane. "Come on in." I opened the door wider. 'I'm Jonas." "I know," she said. "Dane won't stop talking about you. He really seems to like you." "He's a good kid," I said, trying to hide how strong my feelings were for him. "He's not bothering you is he? I know he comes over here and I don't want you to feel like you have to deal with him. You can just tell him you're busy and he'll leave you alone." I took a few moments to figure out what Jeannie was trying to say. I think she'd come over to appraise the strange man her son talked so much about. I was well groomed, fit and had adequate manners; she had decided that I posed no threat, and that Dane was probably bothering me the same way he bothered her. "He's usually not a bother, but when he is I let him know," I said. That seemed to satisfy her. We chatted for a few more minutes and she left. Over the next week Dane continued to visit me every morning, often staying into the afternoon. One day in late June I came home from running errands to see Dane and another boy playing in the parking area, trying to jump their bikes over a small ramp made from a piece of plywood and a cinder block. Dane was wearing a pair of orange board shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt which revealed his skinny, hairless arms. Dane's friend, who was a couple inches taller than Dane, was shirtless and wore a pair of too-tight black fleece shorts. His asymmetrical dark hair covered one of his eyes, but to me, his most distinctive feature was the corpulent bulge straining at the front of his shorts. His flat stomach and well-developed pectoral muscles completed the package. Though not as pretty as Dane, he did emit a boyish sexuality. "Hey Dane," I waved. "Who's your friend?" "This is Teddy," Dane answered. "We built a jump." "Hey, Teddy." I gave him a nod. "Hey," said the dark haired boy with little enthusiasm. I continued up to my apartment, trying to retain the mental picture of the kid's ample package. About twenty minutes later there was a knock at my door. It was Dane and Teddy. "Come on in," I said as I pulled the door wide open. "You guys hungry?" "Yes!" they answered in unison. I fixed them some Trader Joe's tamales while they played Fortnight on my computer. Listening to their conversation was a window into what it was like to be 12 or 13 years old. Every other word was punctuated with "motherfucker" or "asshole," words they couldn't yell when they were in their own homes. When the tamales were ready I invited them to the table. Dane sat to my right and Teddy, still shirtless, sat across from me, affording me a direct view of his tan chest and tiny dime-sized nipples. "So, you have this whole apartment to yourself?" Teddy asked. It was halfway between a question and a declaration. "Yep," I answered, "all 700 square feet." "If I had my own apartment I'd be fucking chicks all day," he replied, wiping his dark forelock out of his left eye. "Teddy!" Dane squealed. His voice cracked in an adorable fashion. He seemed embarrassed that Teddy had brought up something like that. The thought of Teddy naked, pumping in and out of a teenage girl was appealing to me. I pictured the taut mounds of his ass as his lower body thrust itself in and out, revealing a hairless crack and clean asshole with two bouncing balls beneath, I wanted to know how big his cock was as it sat coiled in the front of his too-tight fleece shorts. "Have you ever had sex with a girl?" I asked Teddy, knowing I was pushing into dangerous territory. But the opportunity had presented itself. "Yeah," He answered, nonchalantly. "Who!!?" Dane asked with a large dose of skepticism. "Emma Cole," Teddy answered. "YOU DID NOT!!" Dane yelled. He turned to me. "She's the most popular girl at our school. She doesn't even know who Teddy is." Teddy smiled and shrugged. The next day, Dane knocked on my door. "Sorry about Teddy," he said as he sat on my couch. "Why?" I asked. "What do you have to be sorry about?" "I don't know... Him lying about having sex with Emma Cole." "Don't worry!" I reassured him. "A lot of kids brag about sex things that never actually happened." "Yeah, I guess they do," Dane answered. He looked like he was thinking, then continued, "Jonas...? How old were you when you had sex for the first time?" I took a deep breath. "With a boy or girl?" I asked. Dane's eyes widened. "Yeah, I guess you should know that I'm bisexual. You know what that means, right?" "Yes," Dane answered quickly. "I had sex for the first time with a boy when I was about your age, and had sex with a girl for the first time when I was 17." I didn't tell Dane that that girl was the only girl I'd ever had sex with, finding it incomparable to the sex I'd been having with boys for the previous five years. "So you had gay sex when you were my age?" Dane looked at me expectantly. "Well, if you can call a hand-job sex, then yes." I said laughing. Dane laughed too, which I was grateful for, as it diffused the tension. "Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend right now?" Dane asked. I went out with friends a couple times a week, and occasionally had people over in the evening, so it was possible that I could be romantically attached, but I decided to tell the truth. "No one at the moment." Dane nodded his head and grunted. As if a dam had broken, more questions came flooding out of Dane about my sex life with girls and boys. Had I licked a pussy? (yes). Had a girl sucked my dick? (yes). Had a boy sucked my dick? (yes). Had I titty fucked a girl? (no). Had I sucked a dick? (yes). Had I cum in a girl? (yes). Had I cum in a girl's ass? (no). Had I cum in a boy's ass? (yes). Had a boy cum in my ass? (no). Finally I said, "Hey, you're asking all the questions. Don't I get to ask you anything?" "No!" Dane yelped. "It's only fair," I said. "But I don't really have any sex experience." I prodded. "Well, have you ever jerked off?" "Yes...? Dane answered. "Where's the strangest place you ever jerked off?" "Uh..." Dane looked at the ceiling like he was thinking hard. "In my mom's room when she was at work." "You have to get a little more adventurous!" I admonished. "Well, I was trying on her pantyhose and I got a boner so I jerked off wearing the pantyhose. I got cum on them and tried washing it off but it didn't work, so I had to throw them away outside in the dumpster," Dane admitted. I envisioned Dane wearing tight pantyhose, his boy boner straining at the taut stretchy fabric which caused the sheer nylon to conform to his buttocks like a second skin. I was getting hard. "See, everybody's got a little pervert in them," I said. "Yeah," Dane mumbled. "Can I have some cereal?" I got him a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. A week later, the invitation to his birthday came under my door. It gave me three days to figure out what I was going to get him. I finally decided I would take him on that surf trip I promised the day I met him. I made a coupon on my computer and printed it out: "This coupon good for one Surfing Safari. I will provide the boards and transportation. You pick the day." I stuck the coupon in a Rick and Morty birthday card and sealed the envelope. Friday evening arrived and I was antsy. The invitation said 6:00 pm, but I didn't want to be the first one there. I decided I'd show up at 6:30. I was interested in seeing Dane's apartment, and maybe even his bedroom. He always hung out at my place, but had never invited me to his. I felt like I knew Dane pretty well, but a visit to a boy's bedroom gives one a deeper insight into what makes that boy tick. I knocked on the door to Dane and Jeannie's apartment. Dane pulled it open with a quick flourish. "Finally!!" Dane yelled. I felt a surge of pride that he was so excited to see me at his party. Stepping into his living room I was momentarily confused - there was no one in the room but Dane and me. Had I come too early? I looked toward the small round dining table on the other side of the room. Three place settings surrounded a chocolate frosted birthday cake on a pedestal. Two silver mylar balloons shaped like a "1" and a "3" were tied to the back of one of the chairs. A bottle of champagne and a bottle of Martinelli's were set next to the cake. Just then Jeannie came through a doorway next to the table. "Perfect timing - dinner will be ready in about two minutes!" she said, gesturing toward one of the chairs at the dining table. I stood behind the chair with my hand on its back, unsure if I should sit down. Dane plopped himself into the chair with the mylar balloons. "Sit down," he ordered. "So it's just you, me and your mom?" I asked. "Yeah, mom asked what kind of party I wanted and since you're my best friend..." Dane trailed off. My heart jumped at those words. I felt my heart racing. I cared about Dane more than anyone else on this planet, but I had no idea he considered me his best friend. Before I could say anything Jeannie came into the room carrying a large tray. "Dane's favorite: enchiladas," Jeannie said, putting the tray on the table. I noticed they had sliced black olives on top, and while not a fan of olives, I determined that I would eat them without comment. Jeannie served Dane and me generous portions and gave herself a smaller serving. "So how does it feel to be thirteen?" I asked. Dane clarified that his birthday was tomorrow, but because his mom was working all day, they decided to celebrate Friday night. After dinner Jeannie lit the candles on the cake and we sang "Happy Birthday." "Make a wish!" Jeannie prompted. Dane closed his eyes for a second, then opened them and easily blew out the two candles. Jeanie pushed three presents and my card toward Dane. Dane opened my card and slowly read the "coupon" I had printed for him. "Good for one Surfing Safari - you pick the day." Dane looked at me with excitement in his eyes. "Tomorrow!?" "Sure, why not?" I said, before I even had time to think about it. I hadn't expected Dane to cash in his coupon so soon. We made arrangements for the next day, and I left the "party." I hadn't gotten to see Dane's bedroom, but I had a warm glow in my heart and butterflies in my stomach. I had been the only one invited. That meant I must be his... best friend. At 9:00 the next morning I texted Dane to come down to my carport. I had two Wavestorm soft-top surfboards strapped to the top of my RAV4. Dane was wearing his red board shorts and a rather tight sleeveless white rash guard which showed off his developing chest nicely. His skinny but shapely tanned arms contrasted with the stark white of his top, making them look almost chocolate brown. On the drive to Jax Beach I cast glances at his legs and the groin of his swimsuit - he was making me hard. We spent two hours in the water trying to catch the meager Florida summer waves. Dane's wet red trunks clung to his bottom and afforded me a nice mental picture of what his unclothed ass must look like. It was pert and round and very appealing. On the drive back Dane turned to me and said, "Since it's still my birthday, do you wanna hang out and watch a movie or something? I still have some birthday enchiladas left over..." I agreed, trying to hide my enthusiasm at his invitation. I made Dane help me unload and put away the surfboards, then followed him up to his apartment. "Will you show me your room?" I asked Dane as we entered his living room. "I didn't get to see it last night." Dane shrugged and said, "sure," then motioned me to follow him down the short hallway. His bedroom was unremarkable but intriguing to me. "That bed," I thought to myself, "That's where my boy god sleeps. What does he wear? Pajamas? Underwear? Nothing?" Dane had a couple posters on his wall: Umbrella Academy and Spiderman, and ribbons from his soccer and swim teams tacked to a cork bulletin board. I was drawn to a framed photo of Dane at age nine or ten. It was unmistakably Dane, but with a younger face and the unconcerned hair style of a grade schooler. "I'm gonna get changed out of my wet swimsuit," Dane said. I wanted to stay in the room but I didn't want to seem pervy. "OK, why don't I heat up some enchiladas? How many do you want?" "Two," Dane said. He sounded a little grumpy. I found the leftover enchiladas in the fridge, as well as the half full bottles of champagne and Martinelli's. It only took a couple minutes to prepare the food, which should have been plenty of time for Dane to change. I waited a few minutes longer, then decided to see what was taking so long. That's when I found Dane asleep, naked on his bed. *** After awakening Dane and glimpsing his hard cock, I retreated to the kitchen like a wilting flower and served the food. Dane came into the kitchen in red shorts and no shirt. At the table he seemed a little subdued. I assumed he was just tired from the day's surfing. Dane moved his food around with his fork but I noticed he wasn't eating. "Anything wrong?" I asked. "Enchiladas alright?" "Yeah..." he said. I sounded like he wanted to say something else. "And...?" I prompted. "Jonas? Do you like me?" Dane asked. I was caught off guard. "Off course I like you! You're my... favorite person." I said. I knew it sounded lame as soon as I said it but Dane's eyes brightened. "But do you really like me? Like... really?" Dane continued. At that moment I knew where this was going. "Dane, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think you were smart, fun," I paused to collect my thoughts, "and sexy." I paused again. "Even saying that out loud could get me in trouble." Dane jumped in, "But how? Nobody has to know." I looked Dane in the eyes, ready to explain. But, God, he was so damn cute. I felt powerless to fight that thing deep inside me that wanted him, that wanted to be his friend, his mentor, his lover. "What do you want to do?" I asked. Dane answered with a question. "Can we... try some sex stuff?" Up to this point I'd spent hundreds of hours with Dane, I'd become his trusted friend, his mentor, his confidant. I'd done my best to inculcate myself into the boy's life, to charm him, to woo him. Had I done it all so it would lead up to this? Society would say I groomed him, a word I hated. I truly felt for Dane. I'd courted him, done my best to impress him and tried to make myself an important part of his life. Isn't this what any man who pursued a woman did, in hopes that the woman would return his affections? "Dane, I don't want you doing this because you think it's what I want," I said. "But you do want it, right?" Dane retorted. I took a deep breath. "Yes." It was barely a whisper. "I want it, too." And then the realization hit me. Dane inviting me into his room while he changed out of his swimsuit and "falling asleep" naked on his bed had been an act of seduction, one that I hadn't followed through on. That explained his cranky demeanor after he woke up. Suddenly my appetite was gone. I nudged my plate of half-eaten enchiladas away from me and looked Dane in the eyes. My chest felt tight. The boy was so damned attractive. We were going to do this. "Let's go to my place," I suggested. I didn't want Jeannie coming home from work early and finding us in a compromising position. We walked the hallway stairs down to my apartment. Dane was in front of me, still only wearing the pair of red shorts he'd put on after getting up. His small taut muscles were visible through the tanned skin of his back. The expanse across his shoulder blades was wider, narrowing at his waist. A thin strip of untanned skin poked just above the waistline of his shorts. The two globes of his bottom were clearly visible through the thin material. It felt like there was melted butter in my veins. We stepped into my apartment and Dane looked at me expectantly. Suddenly I felt like an automaton - as if the moves I was making weren't my own; someone else had assumed control of my body. I faced Dane and put my hands on his warm bare shoulders. His head of shaggy blonde hair came up to mid chest on me. I dropped to my knees and tugged his red shorts down to his ankles. And there is was. For the second time today Dane's erection was inches from me. The moist pink glans poked out of his fully retracted foreskin. I gripped it gently with my right hand and Dane gasped. "Has anybody every touched it before?" I asked barely above a whisper. "No. Just the doctor," Dane answered. Knowing that I was the first person who would be intimate with Dane inflamed my already lustful intentions. I took his cock into my mouth and began a slow, rhythmic motion, my throat embracing his warm boyhood. It wasn't hard to take Dane's 5" (13cm) cock down to the root. My nose bumped his lower abdomen and my saliva-wet lips moistened the sparse silky hairs of his groin as I went down as far as I could, then pulled back until the knob of his erection was on the tip of my tongue, and then back down again, I gripped Dane's buttocks for greater control, and he put his hands gently on my head. Dane kept his eyes pasted to me the entire time, as if he wanted to use all his senses to savor this act. My pace grew faster and Dane began a gentle thrusting. I knew he was close. I considered deferring the blowjob to explore other activities but decided to see the deed through to completion. My right hand gripped Dane's left buttock tightly and my fingers explored the warm fissure between his cheeks while my left hand caressed Dane's taught ball sack, hairless and smooth. My fingers felt the boy's balls draw up tightly and my throat felt the length of the boy's penis spasm as he expelled his seed down my throat. A quiet "oof" escaped from the boy's lips; he continued to thrust for a few more seconds then withdrew his cock, wet with saliva and cum, from my mouth. Dane looked shaky and spent. "Sit down on the couch," I told him, pushing him by his lower abdomen toward the gray Ikea sofa to his right. My own erection, impossibly hard, was stuffed uncomfortably into the board shorts I was still wearing. I tore at the velcro fastener and pulled the shorts to the ground, setting my stiff 7" (17cm) cock loose. The build up from the incredibly hot sex act we'd just shared combined with the freedom my unrestrained cock felt were overwhelming. I stood over Dane on the couch and stroked myself. Dane watched with full attention, then reached toward my boner. I stopped stroking and allowed him to explore it with his narrow fingers. It was just too much. Looking down at Dane's incredible 13-year-old naked body as he caressed my dick put me over the edge. Pulse after pulse of semen jetted from my cock and showered the boy's chest, mid-section and legs. When the spasms had subsided I looked at Dane. Dribbling white cum had splattered all over his body, contrasting with his sun-browned skin. Had all that come out of me? "Sorry," I said, with a touch of regret. "I'll get a towel." Dane shrugged like it was no big deal, a gesture characteristic to any 13-year-old boy. "That was hot." I wiped Dane down with a terry-cloth beach towel, paying special attention to his boyhood area, which I could feel growing stiffer as I manipulated it through the fabric. "When is your mom supposed to get home again?" I asked. "She's probably already home," he answered. I knew it would be pushing it if Dane stayed much longer. "If you had fun, we can do this again...?" It was halfway between a statement and a question. Dane looked at me, a naked 31 year old standing before him. His eyes scanned my body. "You home tomorrow?" Dane asked. Relief flowed through me. "Yeah, come by anytime after 8:00," I answered. After Dane left I replayed the events of that afternoon in my head over and over. I was already extremely horny again. I wanted to jerk off. But Dane was coming over in the morning. I'd save it for him. 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