Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2019 16:14:24 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Wilfred And Angus by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Wilfred And Angus I don't even know how to begin, except to say I'm weak. I guess I have always had an attraction to boys. Looking back on it, that's probably why I joined my high school swim team. All those speedo clad boys really got my motor running. I have had several long term girlfriends, though I'm between girls right now, and I have never been with a boy. So, I'm at my apartment complex's pool, swimming laps and trying to stay in shape. It's Saturday morning and the pool was empty, later it will be crowded. I wear goggles, but mostly I keep my eyes closed just to test myself on how straight I'm swimming. Finishing my first lap, I made my turn and started back. Suddenly I'm struck from underneath, right in the gut. Hard too, not just a tap. I almost drowned. I coughed and sputtered, and started to give some asshole a piece of my mind. "I'm so sorry mister, I didn't see you." It was a young boy, maybe twelve or thirteen. Cute too. "Where the hell did you come from?" I asked sounding meaner than I intended. "I was sitting on the bottom, seeing how long I could hold my breath. I didn't know you were passing overhead when I kicked off the bottom." That explains why I didn't see him either. He was sitting on the drain at the deep end when I got in the pool. He somehow looked familiar, but I know I had never met him. Then it dawned on me. There was a 'modeling' company a few years ago named New Star. They sold suggestive poses of boys and girls. There was one model named Richie, I had seen several pictures of him. This kid looked just like Richie. Huge hazel eyes, full lips, a little mole on his cheek just below his left eye. Flawless complexion otherwise. Where Richie had reddish brown hair, this kid was blond. He was slight of build too, like Richie. "I really am sorry," he continued. "It's okay. Really. You just caught me by surprise." "You're not gonna tell my mom or anything, are you?" "What's your name, kid?" I asked. "Angus," he replied. "You're shitting me. Angus? Really?" The kid nodded. "Sorry, but I'm just going to call you Gus. Angus is a name for an old cowboy or something." I laughed. He laughed. "Yeah, it was my great grandfather's name. He was an old cowboy." We moved toward the ladder, and I climbed out. Gus was right behind me. I glanced at his crotch as he climbed the ladder. I could see the outline of his dick as the wet swim shorts clung to him. I didn't get much of a look, because like most boys, he pulled the shorts away quickly. I grabbed my towel and started drying off. Gus watched silently for a moment, then said, "I like your swimsuit. I've been wanting one like that." I was wearing a speedo. I got used to them back in high school. I'm not huge in the cock department, but not small either at seven and a half inches. So my speedo is well packed, though not strained by it's contents. "I have an old one that I used in high school that might fit you. If it does, you're welcome to it." "Really? Tat'd be great!" Gus enthused. "Where's your towel?" "I didn't bring one. I usually hang around here till Mom get's home. I'm dry by then." I handed him my towel, and sat to watch him quickly wiped it over his body. He handed it back to me, then just stood looking expectant. "What?" I asked. "I thought we were going to get that swimsuit," he said. "Oh... uh sure." We walked together towards my apartment, along the way he pointed out his place. It was across a courtyard from mine. One side of the courtyard were singles, and young couples without children. The other side had families. At my place, I went to my bedroom and the bottom drawer of my dresser, where I kept the suit, an old letter jacket from high school, and other memorabilia. Back in the living room, I handed it to him. "Here you go. Would you like a Coke?" "Sure," he answered. I went to get a couple of Cokes from the fridge. When I came out of the kitchen, he was gone. I thought it was odd he would leave without the Coke, then the bathroom door opens, and out he came in the speedo. My breath caught in my throat. He was gorgeous, angelic even. The tight white suit did little to hide his equipment. It wasn't large of course, but I could see the outline again. I could tell he was circumcised too. I'm staring at him, and I realize he said something. "Sorry, what did you say?" "What do you think? Does it fit okay?" he repeated. "I was a little older than you when I wore it, so it might be a little loose." Since I'm nearly a foot taller than him, I'm looking down at the suit. I stuck my finger in the waistband, just to the left of center, and pulled it away from his body. I could see directly down into the suit, and his beautiful dick inside. I couldn't breath again. I just stood looking down into the suit. I could almost count the few sparse hairs at the base of his dick. "It is a little loose. Did you pull the drawstrings tight?" I asked when I could. "There's a knot in them. I couldn't get it undone." I pulled him toward the sofa, and sat down with him standing in front of me. Turning the waistband inside out, I found a very tight knot I nonchalantly began working on the knot, using the thumb and index fingers of both hands. This put the palm of my left hand right on his bulge. Acting as if it wasn't anything unusual, I continued to work the knot. My palm may have rubbed over his dick in the process, all purely accidental of course. It didn't take long before I felt his dick firming up. My own cock lurched in my suit, and it wouldn't be long before I wouldn't be hiding anything either. "It's a really tight knot. Let me see if I can get it undone with my teeth," I said pulling him closer, and the waistband further away from his body. I leaned in, and closed my eyes, inhaling his boy scent. I wanted to remember this forever. I gripped the knot in my teeth, pulling and chewing as I memorized the moment. The knot finally gave way, just as I felt something hit my nose. I opened my eyes, and was looking right at the head of a very hard boy dick. As much as I wanted to run my tongue over that boy knob, I pulled away and looked up at Gus. He was looking away, an embarrassed blush on his face. I could tell he wanted the the ground to open up and swallow him so he didn't have to face me. I finished untying the knot, staring at his dick the whole time. Then I pulled the strings tight, pushed his dick down, and tied the strings into a bow. Tucking it down into his suit, my fingers brushed against his hard on again. "There. That's better," I said as if there wasn't a nearly naked teen boy with a hard on right in front of me. Gus was still too embarrassed to look at me, so I stood revealing my own tented speedo. My cock pointing at my hipbone, was quite evident. The boy stared at the outline of my cock, then smiled. I guess it was less embarrassing to not be the only one with an erection. "Can I really keep it?" he asked. "I'm a man of my word. Of course you can keep it." He looked at my hard cock again and asked, "Does it look as good on me as yours does on you?" "I think you look far better than I do," I answered honestly. He gave me a huge smile. "Drink your Coke, while I get dressed," I said, leaving the room. I returned wearing shorts and a tee shirt, my hard on still evident. I sat beside him, and could see he was still hard too. I tried to keep my eyes off it, but it was impossible. "You're not gonna tell my mom what happened are you?" "Gus. It was an accident. Things like that happen sometimes. Everybody has secrets, and yours are safe with me." "You mean like friends keep secrets for each other?" "Yep. Just like that. I'm not going to tell anyone your secrets." "Well, I don't know any secrets of yours." I thought for a moment. "My name is Fred." "That's not a secret. A lot of people probably know that." he laughed. I leaned toward him and whispered conspiratorially, "It's really Wilfred. Nobody knows that except my mom and now you." That made him feel a lot better. And I received another big smile. He finished his drink and started to leave. "Uh... Gus... Maybe you should put your other swimsuit on over that one before you go outside." He looked down at his still hard dick, "Yeah, I guess I should." Much as I hated to see it gone, his erection wasn't as evident under the other suit. At the door, Gus glanced down at my tented shorts and said, "You're not going outside are you?" "No. I think I will hit the shower." He smiled and said "Me too." And he was gone. I hadn't even stroked it ten times, with images of Gus's dick on my mind, when I unloaded all over the glass wall of the shower. *** A couple of hours later, there was a knock at my door. "Hi Fred. Are you going back to the pool?" Gus asked. "No, it's too crowded this time of day. On weekends, I go in the morning. During the week I go after dark, so I can swim laps and not get attacked from underneath the water by some hoodlum." When he realized I was joking, he gave me his smile and stepped into my living room. I was a bit disappointed to see he was wearing the swim shorts. "Did you have a nice shower?" he asked. "Huh... oh. Yes very nice," I answered thinking back to my orgasm. "Did you?" "Yeah," he smiled. "Why are you wearing that suit? I thought you liked the other." I pointed out. Gus pulled the waistband away to show he had the speedo under the shorts. "I do like them. But, well... My mom thinks I'm still a baby." I was a little lost. "So?" He dropped the shorts to his ankles, and stood in just the speedo. My breath stopped again. "I can't let her see me like this." It was obvious he is not a baby anymore for sure. His dick and even his ball sack were clearly outlined. "I... uh... see what you mean." I choked out. "Can we have another secret?" he asked. I wanted to do something that definitely should remain secret. "Okay. What?" "If we go swimming at the same time, I can come here and change before we go. Otherwise, I wear my shorts when you're not with me." Jesus Christ. This kid wants to torture me on a daily basis. I reminded him that I only swim when the pool wasn't crowded. "I know. I would be kinda embarrassed to wear this when a lot of people were around anyway. I don't want to be seen like this," he said, glancing down. "I've seen you like that," I reminded him. Like that and more but I didn't say it. "Yeah, so it doesn't matter if you see me now. I don't mind if my friend sees me, just not anybody else." Teen boys are funny. I guess it made sense though. "So can we have another secret?" "Sure, Gus. That's what friends do for each other." Then he looked down at my shorts. "Uh... You're not going outside are you?" I suddenly realized that seeing him in that suit had the usual effect on me. I was stone hard, and pointing at my hip again. "No. I'm not going out. Though I may need another shower," I laughed. Regrettably, Gus pulled up his shorts then. I swear his dick looked a little longer and thicker, just before it disappeared. "Would you like something to drink?" I offered. I wanted him to stay, but I need him to leave so I could take care of my cock. "Just some water... My mom doesn't like me to have too many soft drinks." "Where is your mom today?" "She goes out with her sister on Saturdays. They have lunch and shop and whatever else girls do. She'll be home around five probably." I handed him a bottle of water. "Well then. you have plenty of time to swim before she gets home." "Are you going tomorrow morning?" he asked. "Probably. I didn't get much swimming done today." "I'll wait til then." *** Sunday morning, I'm just pouring my first cup of coffee, when the knock came. Since I was wearing only my boxers, I looked through the peephole. I could see it was Gus, so I opened the door. "Morning Gus." "Hey Fred. Ready to go swimming?" "I just poured some coffee. Do you mind waiting a little while?" "No. Besides, I don't think you should wear that to swim," he said looking at my boxers. "Yeah, well where's your other suit?" I rebutted pointing at his swim shorts. He quickly shucked the shorts to reveal the speedo beneath. "Smart ass," I said. I could feel my cock respond to seeing his beautiful young body again, so I sat at the table to sip my coffee. "Don't you have any friends your age?" I asked. "We just moved here. When school starts I will probably make friends. But all the kids around here are younger than me. Mom doesn't want me to leave the complex when she's working and stuff. I just hang out mostly." "Where's your mom today?" "She goes to church with my grandparents and my aunt. I usually go too, but I told her I wanted to stay home today." "So your grandparents live here in town?" I asked. "Yeah. That's why we moved here after my parents got divorced." When I had finished my coffee, I took my cup to the kitchen. I wasn't completely hard, but I was definitely pushing the front of those boxers out. By the time I got my suit on, I was hard. I pushed it to the side and went into the living room. Gus was waiting, and when he saw me said, "You sure you want to go outside?" I retrieved a beach towel from the linen closet, and wrapped it around my waist. By the time I got back to Gus, he had an obvious erection too. I got another towel and handed it to him. We walked to the pool in our towel skirts. No one was there, so we dropped the towels and jumped in. Thankfully, the cool water made my cock subside. I usually do twenty five or thirty laps, but after only ten, I could see Gus waiting on the pool steps, looking bored. "What do you usually do in the pool?" I asked him. "Just splash around, practice holding my breath, you know, just play." "Practice holding your breath? Like yesterday?" He giggled, "Yeah." "Okay. So practice, and I'll time you." "You don't have a watch." "If you count like 'one thousand one, one thousand two one thousand three' It's pretty accurate to each second." "Okay. Can I borrow your goggles?" I pulled them off the top of my head, and adjusted them for him. "Okay. Deep breath now. Go!" Gus sank down in front of me to sit on the bottom. I began counting, trying to be accurate. When he popped up I said "Very good Gus. You made it almost two minutes." "Now you try," Gus insisted, handing me the goggles. I put them on and took a deep breath. "Go!" I sank to the bottom and opened my eyes. There before me was Gus in his speedo. The pool water and bright light made it appear even closer and in sharper view. I could clearly see the ridge around his dick head, even a bit of the slit at the end. If I never took another breath, I could be happy sitting there staring at his dick. Then it dawned on me. Gus could just as clearly see my dick when he was down here. I can only assume he opened his eyes, or he wouldn't have wanted the goggles. The thought of this beautiful boy staring at my cock for two minutes got me hard instantly. Even the cool water wasn't keeping it down. I was struggling for air, but I didn't want to give up this view. I finally popped up. "Wow. Almost three minutes. My turn." I gave him the goggles, and down he went. When he came up, I had been somewhat distracted. I had no fucking clue how long he had been down there. "Great Gus. Two minutes five seconds." "Now you go again," he insisted. Who was I to say no. Down I went. This time I'm staring at a very hard boy cock encased in his speedo. The ridge of his crown even more prominent as it lay to the side. His ball sack, and each of his balls clearly defined. God, what heavenly torture. Gus reached down and adjusted his dick slightly higher. I know I leaked some precum into that pool. When I came up, it was to the sound of screaming kids. A couple with two little ones entered the gate. As they circled the far side of the pool, I rushed up the stairs and grabbed our towels off the lounger we left them on. I wrapped mine around me and held open the other for Gus to dash into. "Thanks Fred." "Friends hide each other's secrets, " I reminded him. "I'm going to jump into the shower and rinse the chlorine off. There are Cokes in the fridge, help yourself," I said back in my apartment. I wanted so badly to stroke one out, but I knew Gus was waiting for me. I left my suit on the tub and wrapped my towel around my waist again. I got a Coke for myself and sat on the sofa, being careful to keep my towel closed. "Can I rinse off too?" Gus asked. "Sure. Just hang your suit on the tub next to mine. You may as well leave it here if you won't use it any other time." I wanted desperately to watch him shower, but I controlled myself. When Gus came out, he was wrapped in a towel too. I wondered if he had his shorts on under it. "Is this towel too wet to sit on the sofa?" he asked. I reached over and felt the towel right over his butt. I immediately knew he was naked under it. "Uh... No, that's perfectly alright," I stammered. He sat down, not being as careful as I had been. The towel didn't come off, but I could see midway up his thigh through the gap. More torture. "It's nice having a friend you can trust," Gus said. Jesus. Why did he have to say that? If he only knew what I wanted to do to him, he wouldn't be so trusting. "Would you like a sandwich?" "Okay, if you're having one," Gus replied. I kept my hand on my lap as I got up to hide my erection. I took my time making the sandwiches so that it could subside some. I placed the sandwiches on plates with potato chips and carried them into the living room. Crap! From this angle, I could see all the way up the towel gap. Gus's young cock had obviously gone down some too, but it was on display. I slowed my pace, just to prolong the view. I set the plate on the coffee table in front of him, my eyes never leaving his crotch. Another memory seared into my mind forever. I quickly sat down to hide my raging cock. "It's okay Fred. I get that way a lot too," Gus smiled. "You're thirteen, you're supposed to. I'm not thirteen anymore." "Maybe your dick doesn't know that," he laughed. "Very funny, smart ass. I just haven't had a girlfriend for awhile." "It was like that in the pool too. There weren't any girls around. Only me." "So. You were hard too. Now, eat your sandwich." The little shit knows he's torturing me. Kids these days are smart. He knows I won't touch him. I wouldn't fare well in Jail. But why does he want to torture me. I've been very nice to him. We finished the food, and I took the plates to the kitchen. Shit, I was still hard as a nail too. I ran water in the plates cleared the mess in the kitchen, and I was still hard. I twisted the towel around a bit to prevent my cock from escaping through the gap, then returned to the living room. Gus's eyes followed my dick back to the sofa. "Are you mad at me?" he asked. "No," I answered a bit too abruptly. "I won't tell anyone. It's one of our secrets," he reminded me. After Gus left, I had to jerk off twice, before I could sleep. *** Monday morning, I'm getting ready for work. I was standing at the bathroom sink shaving, and thinking about Gus for the thousandth time. I replaced my razor to the top shelf of the medicine cabinet, and knocked off a prescription bottle. I had pulled a muscle playing football at a company picnic a year earlier. My doctor wrote the script for a painkiller with Codeine, to help me sleep. I didn't take but a couple, because they really knocked me out. I couldn't. Could I? No. I won't do it. That night just as it got dark, I went to the pool. I swam my laps, but Gus didn't show. Tuesday morning, I knocked off the medicine bottle again. To me, it was a sign. I took one of the capsules out and left it in the kitchen. I didn't see Gus that night either, and began to worry that I had scared him off, or he was mad at me. It wasn't until I arrived home Friday afternoon, that I heard footsteps approaching me quickly. Gus came running across the courtyard, "Hi Fred." "Hey Gus. Long time no see." "Yeah, sorry about that. I can't get out much at night when my mom is home. She's going on a date tonight. She won't be back until like midnight or something." He was wearing his swim shorts, so I said, "The pool is very crowded on Fridays. It will be late before I go, if I go at all." "That's okay. Can I still hang with you? If we go, fine. If not, that's good too." "Sure. Come on in. Want a Coke?" I fought with myself all the way to the kitchen. Midnight is seven hours away. I may not get another chance like this. I set his Coke on the counter, and reached for the capsule. I pulled the two ends apart, and sprinkled about half of its powdery contents into Gus's Coke. I hated myself, but I couldn't help myself either. I'm weak, and that kid had tortured me relentlessly. "Here you go, Gus. I'm gonna get out of my work clothes. Take off your shoes and make yourself at home." I handed him the drink and went to my bedroom. As I undressed, and put on my robe, I wondered how long it would take, or if it would work at all. I didn't stir it in. It might not dissolve. Or maybe it would just sink to the bottom and not actually get drunk. Maybe it would float on top and be swallowed on the first sip. Shit! Why did I do it? Maybe he would notice the taste was different. He could be on his way home to tell his mom. I stayed in my room for twenty minutes, then decided to face the music. Gus had taken off his shoes, they were on the floor in front of him. His head was on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed. "Gus?" I said tentatively giving his shoulder a shake. He didn't budge. I reached down and fondled his crotch. He still didn't move. I may be going to prison for this, so I intend to enjoy every moment fully. I lay Gus down, and put his feet up on the sofa. My heart thundered in my chest as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. It only took a second to have them off, and I stood staring at the beautiful creature laid out before me. I took off my robe and knelt on the floor beside him. Leaning in, I kissed his pouty lips. Looking down the length of his body, I see his little "outie" bellybutton, and just beyond, his boy dick. I can't resist any longer. I swoop down and take it into my mouth. It's soft and spongy, but responds quickly. Soon I have almost five inches [12 cm] of boymeat tickling the entrance of my throat. This is what is meant by 'Nirvana'. Pure heaven. His breathing is steady as I slide my mouth up and down his dick. I raise off him for a moment just to admire him. I see his nuts hanging below. I tongue the sack before taking each into my mouth. There isn't a hair on him except at the base of his dick, so I can enjoy each of his beautiful balls without getting hair in my teeth. I relinquish his balls only so I can get back to his dick. His breathing quickens as I work his meat. I see his belly tighten, just as I feel two squirts of boy cream hit my tongue. Manna from heaven. I pull his naked body to me, holding him close. My hand roams over his back, and down to his butt. I'm dying to stroke my aching cock, but I want to savor this time with him. His dick is soft again as I lay him back. I lick his nipples, tongue his bellybutton, lick the pubis above his dozen or so hairs. It dawns on me that I have never seen his butt. I roll him to face the back of the sofa, and there it is. A butt like no other. I'm not really into butts, but this one is glorious. I have to claim it. I could fuck it, but when he wakes, that would be too obvious. I lay Gus back down and go to the bathroom to retrieve some lube. He's waiting for me to return, with one foot hanging off the sofa. I lifted his other leg and spread him open. I lubed my finger and placed it at his pucker. I wasn't worried about hurting him in this state, so I pushed in steadily until my finger would go no further. I slid it in and out of him a couple of times, then started a steady fucking motion. Looking up at him for any kind of reaction, I see his dick start to rise until it is rock hard and throbbing with each stroke into his shute. I can't take it any longer, and reach for my own cock, and slide my mouth on his. I pump my cock at the same pace I'm pumping into his ass. Suddenly, his hips lift a bit, and he fires three jets of cum into my mouth. I explode all over my hand at the same time. Over a five hour period, I made him cum five times. I came twice. There wasn't a part of him I didn't molest in some fashion. The last time he shot a load, he moved around a bit, even raising his head trying to open his eyes. I decided it was time for my fun to end. I got him dressed and cleaned up, and lay him with his head on the sofa arm. I sat down in my robe at the other end of the sofa, after pouring out the Coke evidence. I even ran very hot water in the can, before throwing it away. A few minutes later, Gus suddenly raises up and looks at me. I could tell he was still a little befuddled. "Fred?" "Yeah Gus." "Did I fall asleep?" "Yep. I went to change, when I came out, you were asleep," I explained. "What time is it?" he asked. "About ten thirty. "I had the weirdest dream. You were... uh... Never mind." I could see him trying to figure it out. "You just watched me sleep this whole time?" he asked. "I managed to entertain myself," I said with a smile. "I'm sorry I fell asleep. Maybe I should go. Mom will be home soon." He started putting on his shoes, and I stood to walk him to the door. I hadn't tied my robe, and it opened to expose my now exhausted cock. Gus was looking right at it, and smiled. "Sorry about that," I said as I pulled it together. "No problem. Now we have another secret." I jerked off again before going to sleep. Images of my first ever evening of unbridled lust with a boy, fresh in my memory banks. *** Saturday morning his knock came just as I sat down with coffee again. I opened the door wearing only my boxers again. "Morning, Gus." "Morning Fred. Are we swimming today?" "Sure, if you want. Let me finish my coffee, and I'll be ready. You know where your suit is." He returned from the bathroom with our suits in his hand. Gus stood right in front of me and pulled his shorts off. I froze with my cup halfway to my mouth. Then at a glacial pace, he stepped into his suit and drug it up his coltish legs, finally covering his boy dick. But not before my eyes devoured it. "Gus... uh?" "I saw yours last night. It's only fair you see mine too." Then he held my suit out to me, almost as a dare. Of course his little strip show had the usual effect on me. I was already hard. My show was going to be another secret to share. I stood, pulled my boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. My hard cock was there for him to see. I took my suit from his hand and, just as slow as he had, pulled it on. I adjusted my cock to point at my hip, then bent to pick up my boxers. That's when I saw his hard on in his speedo. He must have liked seeing my cock. "Get towels from the closet. We shouldn't go out like this," I smiled. Gus waited while I swam a few laps, then we spent time playing around in the pool. He wanted to practice swimming underwater, which included swimming between my legs. On more than one occasion, he brushed against my cock. He wanted me to swim between his legs too. Of course his legs are shorter, and not a very wide gap, so I swam between them sideways. My hard cock managed to brush against his leg on the way through. Then he wrapped his arms around my neck. "Carry me around the pool." I could feel his boner on my stomach, and his butt rested on my erection. When people started entering the pool gate, we made a dash for our towels and left. "I'm going to rinse the chlorine off," I said as we entered my apartment. "Can I rinse off too?" "Sure." When I entered the bathroom, Gus was right behind me. "Can we rinse off at the same time?" "Gus, that might not be a very good idea." "We've already seen each other. What's the big deal?" "Well, for one thing I could get into a lot of trouble," I tried to explain. "Who's gonna tell? We're friends, we keep each other's secrets." This fucking kid is going to be the death of me. I pulled off my suit and rinsed it in the sink, wrung it out and hung it on the tub. My hard cock flopping around the whole time, on full display. Gus followed my lead, not seeming the least bit embarrassed for me to see his erection. I adjusted the shower temperature, and stepped in. Gus stepped in behind me. My god, I'm naked in the shower with a boy. Not just any boy, but the one who has driven me crazy for a week, and that I drugged and molested last night. "Yours is so big. Can I touch it?" He continues to torture me. I didn't answer, I stepped under the spraying water and closed my eyes. Maybe it would wake me. I felt a small hand wrap around my cock, and I almost exploded. I just knew he was torturing me because of what I did. I stepped out of the spray and traded places with Gus. He closed his eyes as the water cascaded over him. I couldn't stand it anymore. I knelt in front of him and swallowed his dick. I grabbed his butt, and pulled him closer. His hands went to each side of my head, but he wasn't trying to push me away. He was face fucking me. His hips moving back and forth as I sucked him. "Oh... Fred." All too soon, yet not soon enough, I was tasting his cum again. Pulling my face tight to his crotch, his legs shook as he gave me his cream. As I nursed on his dick I heard him say, "Now that is a secret!" "I'm sorry Gus. I shouldn't have done that," I said leaving the shower. "Why? I liked it. I'm not gonna tell. Friends keep each other's secrets." "You're just a kid, I'm an adult. I should be able to control my impulses better," I said, drying off with a towel. "I kinda dreamed about it last night," Gus said as he grabbed a towel. "It wasn't a dream. I was going to last night, but you started to wake up, and I didn't want to scare you, so I stopped," I lied. "You shouldn't have stopped. I would have let you. I knew you wanted to." "What do you mean, you knew? If you knew why did you come back?" "We're friends. I knew because every time you see me you get hard." "Yeah, well so do you." I accused. "Yeah," he said, and knelt in front of me and took my cock head into his mouth. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! 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