Summer_to_Remember

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I was out in the alley at 8:55 the next morning waiting for Parker. At 9:02 his gate opened and out he came with his bike in tow.

“Hi Parker!” I said in greeting and grabbed hold of the gate so he could concentrate on getting his bike through.

“Morning Chase, how are you doing?” Parker asked.

“I’m good, you?”

“Good too. You ready to do some riding?”

“Yep!” I answered.

“Hold on to this,” he said indicating his bike, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

I took hold of his bike and he headed down to where his garage door was. After opening the door and going inside for a few seconds he came out pushing another BMX bike.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“This is for you while you’re here.” he answered.

“What?” I asked puzzled.

“I went and got it from storage this morning. It’s my old bike. I thought you’d rather ride this then stand on my pegs.”

“No way you serious?” I was shocked that he’d do something like that for me.

“Would it sound better if I just didn’t want to have to carry you around on my pegs?” he said with a chuckle.

“Shut up,” I said and playfully punched him on the shoulder.

“Come on the guys will be waiting,” he said as he closed the garage door and we swapped bikes.

“Thanks a lot Parker. This is so great.”

“No problem, bro.” He said as he ruffled my hair.

We both got on our bikes and headed off to the park to meet his friends. Even riding over there turned out to be fun. We raced for a bit. Then he started jumping curbs and other obstacles daring me to do the same. Of course I could never turn down a good dare. So I followed behind doing my best to jump the same things he did. As we got within sight of the park another race broke out and we sprinted toward the entrance. I pulled in front and headed for the gate thinking I’d cut Parker off and that I’d get there before him. But at the last minute he cut off and simply jumped the fence. I’d never seen anyone jump so high on a bike without having a ramp.

“How the fuck did you do that?” I asked.

“Magic!” he exclaimed.

Four of his friends were already there and they were laughing at his answer.

“He’s just a show off if you ask me.” said one of them. I think his name was Jimmy.

“No one is asking you.” said Parker with a laugh.

This lead to a competition to see who could jump the highest. Parker set the bar high by jumping clear over a picnic table. Jimmy jumped up onto the bench but then got his peddle caught on the tabletop and ended up falling much to everyone’s amusement.

Once the rest of the guys showed up, the same process started that happened last week. Someone would show a new trick they’d learned during the week and then everyone else would try and learn it. Just like last week everyone was super friendly, giving me suggestions and pointers.

I started hanging with a guy named Brandon. He had only turned 14 a couple of months ago so we were close to the same age. He was pretty good with the tricks and showed me a lot of stuff. Of course it didn’t hurt that he was super cute. He had long blond hair that was down past his shoulders. I loved how it would fly out when ever he did a trick. He was about two inches taller than me and close to the same weight. He had a deep brown tan that really made his blue eyes stand out. Unfortunately, he kept texting his girlfriend the whole time he was there.

At 12:30 a pizza guy showed up with half a dozen pizzas and the same number of 2-liter sodas. I learned that Parker had ordered them. We all gathered around a picnic table and started pigging out. While we ate, there was a lot of talk about what you’d expect when a bunch of boys get together in southern California, surfing, the beach, and girls.

After the pizza and soda was gone, we all helped clean up and then everyone headed off in their own direction.

Parker and I rode back toward home at a much slower pace than we’d used to get there earlier.

“You seemed to be getting along with Brandon,” said Parker.

“He’s really cute, don’t you think?” I asked.

“Definitely. Who doesn’t love a blond, blue-eyed boy?” he gave me a bump with his shoulder as we rode side by side. “I think I like green eyes better though.”

It took me a few seconds to realize he was talking about me which only made my cheeks turn hot from blushing.

“I love it when you blush too.” he said chuckling.

“Shut up!” I said and bumped his shoulder with mine.

“So you have any plans for the rest of the day?” Parker asked.

“Other than being home for dinner, I planned on hanging with you.” I said, then added. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay. Does your dad know that it’s me you’re with?” he asked as we rode shoulder to shoulder on the side of the road.

“He knows I’ve got a new friend that’s showing me some BMX tricks. And he knows you’re older than me.”

“Do you think it would make things easier if you introduced me?”

“If he asks I will for sure. Till then no.”

We rode on quietly for a while.

“When we get home, why don’t you go to your place and get a shower then come back to my place.”

“Do I smell that bad?” I asked looking all offended.

Parker laughed, “Not that I’ve noticed but then I’m not riding right behind you.”

“So too soon for us to shower together?” I asked.

“It’s a big jump from kissing to showering together.”

“Yeah but it would be so hot.”

“Okay then I’ll put that on the list of firsts we can do together but yeah lets hold off on that one for a bit.”

“Chicken,” I teased him.

Parker put his thumbs in his armpits and started flapping his elbows, “bwak! bwak! bwak!”

He got me laughing so hard I almost crashed.

We pulled into the alley behind our apartments and we stopped next to his garage.

“You want to store the bike in here or do you have a place for it?” Parker asked.

“I should keep it here. Safer that way.”

Parker opened the door and showed me where to put it.

“I’ll leave my front door open so just knock and come on in when you get here.”

“Okay,” I said and dashed down the alley.

Dad wasn’t home so I figured he was still at work. I sent him a text so he knew I was home taking a shower but was going to head back out again right away. I got a reply back that I needed to be home for dinner at 5:30pm. I sent back that I’d planned on it.

I quickly stripped and jumped in the shower. I figured that Parker and I would mess around some more so I wanted to be super clean for him. So I washed my hair twice and conditioned it. Then I started soaping up. I paid special attention to my pits, cock, balls, and my ass. Then I remembered something I read online about guys that are into feet so I spent some extra time scrubbing my feet. Once I was convinced I was clean, I hopped out and dried off. I towel dried my hair as best as I could. I laid the towel over the edge of the sink for a moment and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

I sure hope Parker like smooth because other than a few pubes I was definitely smooth. Sure, I had some hair on my forearms and calves but that hair was really light.

I had pecs that I was sort of proud of but they could use some more work. Now my abs… I think it really depends on how the light is shining on my stomach. Like now I can see them but so many times when I’ve taken my shirt off on the beach or in PE there is just a flat stomach. Then I had a nice “V” that lead down toward my crotch. I know how much I love seeing that on a hot guy. My dick hangs at about 3 inches when it’s soft. My balls hang down about like I’ve seen on other boys. I’ve seen some guys that have a sack that hangs really low and I don’t really like that. The thought makes me wonder how low Parker’s balls hang.

I turn around and try to get a good look at my ass. I’ve heard the term bubble butt a bunch of times but never really a good description of what one looks like. Not like you can search on Wikipedia for Bubble butt and get pictures. I know I have two dimples above my ass next to my backbone. It’s not flat either. When I look at myself side-ways it looks like I’ve got an ass. I’ve also got those indents in the side of my ass that I think are really hot. Kinda what I think is the difference between a boy butt and a girl butt. A girl’s is all round and curvy but a boy’s is narrow and all muscle. I definitely have a boy butt.

Okay I need to stop thinking about all this or I’m going to have to jerk off before I go back over to Parker’s. I pick up the towel and headed to my bedroom with it wrapped around my waist. I had to chuckle when I found myself wondering how Parker would react if I showed up wearing only the towel.

Once I got behind the closed door of my room, I dropped the towel and started searching for a clean pair of boxers. Once found, I slid them on and then started looking for a pair of pants. I found a clean pair of black skinny jeans that I’ve been told I look really hot in and slid into those. Now I had to find a hot shirt. I started going through my t-shirts. I found a nice grey Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare t-shirt that I thought Parker would like. Finally I slipped my sneakers on after putting on a pair of white ankle socks.

I grabbed the towel off the floor and went back into the bathroom to hang it up. Before leaving I took a moment to check myself out in the mirror. I thought I looked good. I only wished the t-shirt was smaller but it was big on me. It’s normally how I like to wear them. Going to have to get some new ones that fit better. Oh well.

I straightened up the bathroom for when dad got home. I did the same in my bedroom before heading out the door.

I kind of felt weird just knocking and then walking straight in. It was one of those things where I hoped I’d catch Parker wearing little or nothing but afraid that I actually would. As I opened the door, Parker came out of the hallway leading to his bedroom. He had a pair of shorts on and a towel around his neck. I guessed that he’d been drying his hair when I knocked.

“Damn Chase you really look great in those clothes. I’m way under dressed.”

“Thanks.”

“Make yourself at home while I finish up.” said Parker as he turned and went back to his bedroom.

I walked around and sat on the couch. I couldn’t help but remember last night and my first kiss right here on this couch. I glanced over my shoulder and looked at the door where Parker had also kissed me. I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered it. Of course my cock started to remember too. Damn not a good idea when you’re wearing skinny jeans.

When Parker came out, he was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and was carrying a pair of socks and shoes.

“Did you want to go somewhere?” he asked as he sat down on the couch next to me.

“If you want.” I answered. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Chase I’m not talking about sex!” Parker teased.

“Shut up!” I said as I felt myself starting to blush. Damn he was good at making me do that.

“I think we should take advantage of you being dressed so hot and go down to the mall. We should stop by and get a video game we can play over the summer while you’re here.”

“That’s not why I dressed like this.” I said worried he’d gotten the wrong idea.

“I get that bro, you dressed like that for me right?”

There he goes making me blush again. “Yeah I guess.”

“Well sorry but I want to take you out and show you off. They might not know that we’re… hum… boyfriends, but I still want to show you off.” he asked giving me a nudge with his shoulder.

“Really you want me to be your boyfriend?” I asked in disbelief.

“I don’t want to push anything on you but if you were serious about me helping you with your list of “first times” then I think that would make us boyfriends.” he said and put his arm around my shoulders.

I leaned into him and rested my head against his shoulder and said. “I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

“Okay then boyfriend, let’s get a move on.” he said as he withdrew his hand and then proceeded to put on his socks and shoes.

We both got up and headed toward the garage. Twenty minutes later we were walking through the mall bee-lining it for the video game store.

“Do you have Advanced Warfare?” asked Parker pointing to my shirt.

“I wish,” I answered.

“Sounds like we know what game we’re going to get.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Not at all. Unless there’s something else you’d rather get.”

“You know I didn’t wear this shirt as a hint that I wanted to get this game.”

“You had no idea we were even going to come to the mall so how could you. You’re so not that type of person. I’m guessing you wore it because you knew I’d like it and nothing more.”

“I thought it was a cool shirt.”

“You were right it is. It also reminded me that I’d wanted to buy the game when it came out. So unless you think we’d like a different game more than Advance Warfare I think that’s what we should get.”

“As long as you want to play it too.”

“You’ve seen all the Call of Duty games I have. You know I love them. So you have to know I need the latest one.” He reached over and grabbed the back of my neck. “Chase you got to learn I don’t do shit unless I want to. Please stop sweating it okay?”

“Okay,” I answered.

We found the game almost as soon as we walked in the door. Then spend thirty minutes looking around for anything else we might like. Honestly I was feeling a bit guilty about Advance Warfare so I tried to be a bit low key about anything else. I didn’t want Parker to buy anything just because he thought I’d like it. Parker purchased the game and we were on our way back home.

When we got back to his place, he had me load up the game while he got some soda for us.

“You’re going to be able to come back after dinner right?” Parker asked after we’d been playing for a while.

“I don’t see why not. So long as dad isn’t in a bad mood or anything. I should be able to.”

“Do you think maybe you should be home a bit early, maybe so you can help out with dinner or whatever, make sure he’s in a good mood?”

“That’s probably a smart idea.”

“When you come back, wear some casual clothes. Like shorts or sweats okay?” suggested Parker.

“How come?” I asked.

“I’ve got some plans for your next ‘first’” If that’s okay with you.”

All I could do is nod as I felt my cheeks start to grow hot. Damn him and his making me blush.

We finished the level we were playing and I decided I would head home so I could help out with dinner. I think I was blushing the whole time.

I got back to dad’s at just after 4 and he still wasn’t home. I sent him a text asking about dinner. He said there was some ground beef in the fridge and asked if I could get started on some chili. I’d invented a chili recipe with mom when I was little and well he really enjoyed it. So I started working on that. He got home just after 5 and the chili was ready and waiting. I made it extra spicy the way he liked it.

After his third bowl, he pushed back from the table and smile.

“Damn Chase that was your best batch yet! I’m stuffed”

“Cool,” I said with a smile. “Mind if I start cleaning up then?”

“I’ll take care of it when I can move again. You take off I’m sure you have friends waiting.”

“You sure, I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t but it’s the least I can do for such a fine bowl of chili.”

“You mean for three fine bowls of chili.” I said with a laugh.

“Yeah don’t remind me!” he chuckled patting his stomach. “Now get!”

“Thanks dad.”

I had already changed into the clothes Parker suggested. So when I showed back up at his place I was wearing a t-shirt and sweats.

Parker smiled when he saw me. I notice that he was wearing the same thing as me, a t-shirt and sweats.

“Come on in!”

“So what’s up?” I asked. I had to admit I was pretty nervous and also excited about what he had planned.

“You trust me right?” he asked.

“I thought we’d covered this already? You know I do.”

“Good, then come with me.”

We walked around the couch and there was a blanket spread out on the floor. On the coffee table next to it was a bottle of lotion and a hand towel. I also noticed a pillow lying at the far end of the blanket.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Please lay down on your stomach and do you mind taking off your shirt?”

“My shirt?” I asked suddenly worried about what Parker would think about seeing my body.

“If you don’t mind. And Chase,” Parker continued as though he’d read my mind. ”I’ve felt enough of your body through your shirt that you have nothing to worry about. You have a great looking body.” he said and I could swear he blushed.

I knelt down on the floor and quickly pulled my shirt over my head before laying down on my stomach. I pulled the pillow under my head and got as comfortable as I could even though my guts were dancing around.

As I watched, Parker also took off his shirt. Then he stood with a foot at each side of my hips, then he slowly sat down on the small of my back. He reached over and picked up the lotion off the table. I heard him squeeze some of it out and put the bottle back. I felt him place his lotion covered hands on the top of my back right between my shoulders. He gently started rubbing, spreading the lotion as he did.

“I know you’re probably super nervous, Chase, so I want you to just relax and let me make you feel good. Okay?”

His hands felt so good on the back of my neck and shoulders that all I could do was nod.

“Now if I do anything you’re uncomfortable with you need to say stop and I will. This needs to be about making you feel good and nothing else.”

Parker started kneading the muscles of my neck, shoulders, and back. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. He would work a muscle group gently at first and then slowly increase the pressure as the muscle relaxed. When he was finished with my shoulders, he slowly worked his way down my back. Working out from my back bone to my sides. About halfway down my spine, he lifted up and moved so he was now sitting on the back of my thighs. He continued rubbing down my back until he got to the top of my sweats. Then he started rubbing slowly up from the top of my butt to my shoulders. Then going back down. It was then that I realized that when he stretched out I could feel his erection pressing against my ass. At least I wasn’t the only one hard. He worked on my back for about thirty minutes before he lifted himself off me.

“I’d like to massage your legs, but to do that we need to take off your sweats. Is that okay with you? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

I knew that sooner or later this was going to happen. For right now as long as I was on my stomach I was okay. So I nodded my head again, afraid my voice would fail me.

“Do you want to take them off or should I?”

“You can,” I managed.

He carefully slipped his fingers between my sweats and my boxers and slowly started to pull them down. I lifted my hips to help. Once my sweats were completely off, he picked up the lotion again and I heard him squeeze some more out. He picked up my left foot and started working the sole with his thumbs. FUCK. It felt so good. He spent time on each toe. Then he worked up the sole to my heel then my ankle. At that point he put my left foot down on the outside of his knee and picked up my right foot and did the same.

This time when he reached my ankle he didn’t stop but slowly started working up the back of my calves. I had no idea a massage could feel so good. When he’d worked up to my knee he put my right leg down and picked up my left, repeating the same massage on my left calf. His hands were so gentle but firm. It was hard to explain. It was so relaxing. Honestly if I hadn’t been so nervous I would have fallen asleep.

When he reached the back of my left knee, he set it down again just to the side of his knee. Then he shifted his weight and slid up between my legs more, pushing my legs farther apart. I suddenly felt a bit exposed. He reached for the lotion, putting more in his hands. Using his hands on the back of my left thigh, he started to slowly work his way up from my knee.

When he reached the bottom of my boxers he said. “If you start to get uncomfortable just say that’s high enough okay?” he asked.

All I could do is nod as I felt his fingers slide under the fabric of my boxers and start working on my upper thigh. I felt the tips of his fingers brushing against my ass and I couldn’t help but shiver. Then he started working the full length of my thigh going from my knee to the bottom of my ass. Each time he pushed up my thigh my hard dick would rub up against the blanket then pull back down again as he went back down to my knee. I wondered if he had any idea what he was doing to me and how close I was to cumming.

Then he got more lotion and started working on my right thigh. Again he worked his way slowly up and then working his fingers under the back of my boxers. When he reached the base of my ass with his fingertips he started working the full length of my thigh. Again the rocking motion almost made me cum.

At this point he moved so he was at my side and asked, “I’d like to work on the front now. Would you roll over? I’m guessing you’re probably hard. That’s been kind of the point of all this. No need to be embarrassed about it.”

The moment had come I had been dreading. It wasn’t about me being hard although that wasn’t going to be easy. I knew at some point he was going to see me hard and naked for that matter. It was my scars.

“Before I do that you need to know that I have some scars you might not like.”

He laid down next to me so he was looking at me in the face, “Scars?”

“Yeah, I got my legs broken when I was little and it left some pretty nasty scars on the front of my calves.”

“Thanks for telling me about them. Roll over and let’s have a look.” He said as he sat up.

I slowly rolled over, propped myself up on my elbows, and waited to see what he would say. He moved till he was kneeling next to my calves. He reached for the lotion and put some more into his hands. Reaching down, he started working it into the front of each calf.

“Honestly, Chase, if you hadn’t said anything I don’t think I would have noticed.”

“Oh come on you can’t be serious.” I said. “The scars are so obvious.”

“I mean I can see them for sure now I know they are there. I can tell it was worse on the right side than the left right?”

I nodded.

“They seem to have healed really well. In fact in a couple more years I bet no one would ever notice them at all.”

“You think so?” The disbelieve plain in my voice.

“I wouldn’t bullshit you. Obviously, this is something that bothers you. I’m just telling you what I see. Is that why I never see you in shorts?”

I nodded.

“I’m going to make you a bet. Next Saturday wear a pair of shorts when we go hang out with my friends, if anyone says anything about your scars, you can keep the bike I let you borrow today.”

“You’re serious about this aren’t you?”

“Very serious.” he answered as he started working up over my knees and onto my thighs. Suddenly my scars were the last thing I was thinking about.

I laid back down and tried to get control over my breathing. Both his hands went to my right thigh and his fingers slowly worked their way up my thigh muscles. I suddenly realized my boner was making an obvious tent in my boxers. It pulsed painfully as his fingers slipped up the leg of my boxers and the back of his fingers were brushing against my balls. I couldn’t keep the moan from escaping my lips. As soon as he reached my hip bone he pulled his fingers out and moved over to my left thigh and repeated the process there.

I looked down and saw a wet spot spreading around the tip of the tent in my boxers. I groaned and leaned back down again.

When he reached my hip, he pulled his fingers out from under the fabric of my boxers. He got more lotion and shifted up under my left armpit. He took hold of my left hand and pulled it across his lap and starting with my hand massaged up my arm. I wondered if he’d realized how horny I was getting and was giving me a chance to relax for a bit.

When he reached, my armpit he moved over and did the same to my right side. That finished he got more lotion and starting with my shoulders began massaging my chest. Before going down, he moved up to my neck, gently rubbing up from my collarbone to my jaw. He leaned down and softly brushed his lips over mine. As his hands slid down to my chest and started to knead my pecs, he kissed me deeply. And yes this time I did moan out loudly. The kissing stopped as he leaned back up. I felt his thumbs circle my nipples and I felt them stiffen to small peaks. He then took a long stroke from my collarbones to the top of my boxers. Reversing his hands he massaged back up my chest. Leaning over again his tongue circled my left nipple a few times. I couldn’t stop my back from arching up pushing my chest against his mouth. He took the small peak of my nipple between his teeth and nibbled on it gently. I couldn’t stop my lungs from sucking in a huge gulp of air.

He moved to the right nipple and did the same. I never knew my nipples could be so sensitive. He sat back up straight and I saw him look over my body. His eyes came back up to my face.

“You really are amazing Chase.” He said and I felt myself blush.

His hands moved down my chest to my stomach. His fingers slowly working under my boxers as he rubbed my stomach. My cock pulsed as I felt the back of his fingers brush against the back of it. The tips of his fingers reaching my pubes as he rubbed lower. With one motion, one of his hands reached down and slipped around my balls cupping them gently before rolling them around in his fingers.

I closed my eyes not believing this was really happening. That same hand slid up over my balls, his thumb wrapped around my shaft and met with his fingers. His hand slid slowly up to my head of my cock.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed.

His hand went up over my head, gathering the precum gathered there. He slowly spread it over my hard cock. He let go and I looked down to see why he’d stopped. His hands reached out and took hold of the top of my boxers. I looked up and met his eyes and I nodded giving him permission. I lifted my hips up as he pulled my boxers down to mid-thigh.

Then he took hold of my cock again and started to stroke me. It felt so much better than when I did myself.

“Beautiful,” I heard him whisper so softly I barely heard.

He stroked up slowly till his hand was right below my gland. Then he lifted his thumb up and over my head, rubbing it firmly all around. I couldn’t help it and pushed my hips up into his fist. He let his hand slide down my shaft. When my hips went back down to the floor, he slid his hand down around my balls. They had pulled up tight to my dick. He rolled them gently around. Then he rubbed deep into my sack and actually stroked the base of my cock. I’d never done that before, it felt great and I moaned again.

He slowly started long stroking me again. I tried to thrust my cock up into his fist but he put his free hand on my pubic bone to hold me down. He stroked me a bit quicker and I could feel myself getting close. My heart started racing but then he slowed down, taking very slow, long strokes. Making sure he went from my base right up to and over my head. He kept doing that over and over. Getting me close then slowing down.

“Please let me cum, you’re killing me here.” I begged.

In response he squeeze my shaft hard, leaned over and kissed me so very deeply. I felt his tongue push deep into my mouth. My cock throbbed in his hand as he stroked me quickly and I pushed up into his fist. My back arched up hard and my cock exploded. Where my cum landed I have no idea. But I blasted shot after shot as Parker played with my tongue. He kept stroking slowly through each blast of cum. After what felt like at least eight powerful shots, I collapsed onto the floor. My chest heaving up and down.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Parker with the hand towel trying to wipe the cum from his back. I couldn’t even remember when he’d stopped kissing me. He had the biggest smile on his face.

“You seemed to enjoy your first hand job.” Parker said as he wiped cum from my cock.

“Oh my god yes!”

I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in the front of his sweats.

“You want me to do you now?” I asked as I reached out for him. But he quickly grabbed my hand.

“No that’s fine. I wanted tonight to be just about you.” He said putting my hand on my chest and patting it softly. “Next time.”

“Promise?” I asked.

“Of course, remember only one first a day.”

“Not sure that’s going to work for me!” I admitted and chuckled.

“You better get dressed, it’s almost 11 and I’m guessing that’s when you need to be home.”

“Damn, time flies when you’re having fun.”

“I hope you enjoyed it.” Parker said.

I sat up and pulled my boxers up, “God yes! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.”

“At least you won’t have to jerk off tonight.”

“I’m not promising that.” I admitted as I found my sweat pants and pulled them on.

Parker stood up and handed me my t-shirt. I took it from him and held it for a minute.

“Can we kiss for a bit before I put my shirt on?” I asked. I just really wanted to feel his bare chest against mine while we kissed.

He slipped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me to his lips. I dropped my shirt, wrapped my arms around his bare back and pulled him tight against me. Our lips met and this time I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth. His other arm wrapped tightly around my back and for a moment I was in heaven, feeling his bare chest against mine, feeling his heart pounding against my chest. I could feel his erection pressing against me. I so wanted to touch it. Instinctively my hand ran down his back to his ass and squeezed it. Oh my god it was so firm and hot.

Parker moaned and pushed me away. “Fuck Chase we need to stop or we’ll get in trouble.”

“I’ve never been a good boy.” I said and started to giggle.

He reached down and picked up both our shirts. He handed me mine and then pulled his over his head. Once my shirt was on, he reached over and took my face in his hands.

“I hope you realize how hard it is for me to control myself with you.” he said and pulled me tight to his chest.

I wrapped my hands around his back. I think then I realized how difficult this must be for him. I could feel his pulsing boner against me.

“Tomorrow I get to make it be about you then.” I said and I meant it.

“If that’s what you want.” He pulled back and said, “Get or you’ll be late.”

I smiled and turned toward the door. There was no kissing this time.

“Let me know when you can come over tomorrow?” He asked.

“As soon as I know.” I answered as I walked down his stairs.

As I opened the gate into the alley I realized how difficult it was leaving.

“Is this what it feels like to be in love?” I asked the darkness of the alley. It didn’t answer me but I think I already knew the answer.

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