Date: Wed, 02 May 2007 22:12:07 +0000 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Ben's Fantasy, Chapter 29 This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY! Cast of characters: Ben Hastings -- That's me! Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad Veronica Hastings -- My Mom. Reyna -- My Best Friend Ranj Kumar-- Another friend Jared -- A football whore. Rex Majors -- Ranj's roommate. Everett Majors - Rex's younger brother Mick and Mack Majors - The twins Kirby and Wyatt -- the youngest Majors Etienne Croissant -- Salesman Alan Randall -- Dad's friend From Chapter 28: I was nearly asleep, when my door quietly opened and closed. Everett knelt by me and said, "I couldn't sleep. Can I get into bed with you?" "Sure." I said, sleepily. I opened the covers. It felt good -- comforting -- to feel his bare skin on mine. It gave me wood, even, but we just hugged each other and spooned. He shuddered and whimpered before falling asleep. I stayed awake maybe 2 hours holding him, kind of sad, kind of relieved, kind of happy to be holding the little brother I always wanted. Chapter 29: "I really don't want you guys sleeping together." Whispered my dad. Everett forgot to lock my door when he came in. My dad looked in on me -- or rather us -- in the morning. "You're really not old enough, Everett, to - " Dad was only acting concerned. " -- to sleep with my big brother?" Said Everett. "Well, I think he's more than that~!" Said Dad. "We broke up yesterday." I said. "You don't LOOK broke up." Said dad, suspiciously. "We are, Dad." I said. "He -- er -- we -- were just lonely, so - - " Good thing dad couldn't see my raging boner! I was quite sure that Ev was in the same condition. "Well, considering your PAST feelings for each other, it's probably a good idea if you don't make a habit of this. Maybe at least you could wear some pajamas if and when you do. And -- I'd still like for you to be in the room with Wyatt and Kirby at night, Ev." "I'm sorry, sir -- er, dad, Did they bother you last night?" "No, Ev. But we both sleep better knowing you're there." "It won't happen again, Dad." I said. "We were both feeling kinda lonely last night, after we made the decision to break up." Dad squatted down by us. I was irrationally fearful he might throw back our covers. Of course he didn't! "Are either of you -- involved -- with someone else?" "No." Said Everett. "Not yet." "Well, when you do -- just remember that someone else may not understand about you two cuddling and sleeping together." "Anyone that I go with will have to understand!" Said Everett. My dad smiled. "Get that in writing at the beginning!" Dad laughed, slapping the blanket over Everett's rear and got up and went toward the door. "I'd appreciate if you'd get back to your room before the little boys wake up. I don't want Ronnie to have to worry about them." "Okay. Thanks, Dad." After dad left, closing the door behind him, Everett said, "I was petrified he was gonna drag the covers away!" "I was too until I convinced myself he wouldn't. Ev, I know it meant a lot to him that you called him `Dad'. I thought you didn't want to do that." "I know. But now he seems so much more like a dad to me -- than my -- real -- dad! It's funny. It's been such a short time, but all that stuff back in Texas seems like a dream -- a bad dream." "I meant what I said about my next boyfriend having to understand. I cuddled with Rex and - - I want to cuddle with you -- when we feel like it!" "I hope you can find someone who WILL understand." I said. "Are you gonna tell Et-yen about us -- today?" "I dunno -- I don't think so -- not yet -- we'll see." "I'm gonna tell Jared!" "I figured." I said, somehow not intimidated and not in the least jealous. "and you're gonna tell him you reserve the right to cuddle with your big brother?" "Yup!" He grinned and turned around and hugged me, making it quite clear that we were both hard with wood. "I love you so much, Ben -- big brother!" My dick flexed. "Sorry, Baby brother, but -- me too! I can't seem to control Little Ben though!" "Duh!" said Ev, flexing his back at me. We both fell into giggles. "I better go to my room before your -- er, before Dad leaves." He said getting up. He opened the door and looked both ways before running, tip-toed, across the hall to the bathroom, where I heard him peeing, I'm sure relieving his little woody. I got up and closed my door, locking it and then relieved mine in another way. Alone again. Yet this time I didn't feel sad or anything bad. I smiled and as I came to my climax, I started to laugh. On one hand, I felt so mature when compared to Ev, but on the other, I felt giddy, like a teen again! I caught my spunk in my hand, lapped it up and turned over falling quickly back to sleep. I dreamed about -- well who else -- Ev, and Ranj, Mostly. I had bits and pieces of Ev and Jason and Jason and Ranj. Then Ranj caught my eye and left Jason and come directly to me. He lay on my bed and suddenly no one else was there, and we were in his bedroom as we were at the beginning of our term at Cerritos. He was sweet and tender, as he stroked my itching hole with his fingers. I felt his hard uncut tool slip easily into me. And yet I didn't feel it either. I was pleased that it didn't hurt. I closed my eyes and felt my own spunk preparing to rise. I opened my eyes and it was with no surprise at all that Ranj was no longer there, but I was looking into laughing eyes - - of Etienne! I was surprised that it was not a surprise -- as only a dream can seem. We were both dressed in impeccable style, in his car, which was now a sports car. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were unmistakably telling me that I was his for the taking. "Ben -- your mom wanted me to wake you up! Ben?" I opened my eyes and Everett was sitting on my bed and gently squeezing my shoulder. I smiled up at him. "Hi -- little brother!" I said. He grinned. I marveled how we could be broken up and how everything could feel so right. "Are you going out with Etienne today?" "Yeah. Business." "Well, obviously he wants you!" "I don't know him very well." "Do you want to know him better?" "I dunno. Ev -- he's 30 years old! Or there abouts. I dunno what to do." "Which tells me - - that part of you wants to do SOMEthing." "Well -- yeah. But - " "Look, you can just have fun with him. That's all me and Jared are gonna do right now." "Have fun? You and Jared? Ev -- be careful. He - " "I know. He's as screwed up as I am! But we've already discussed it. Or he has. He seemed to see that you and I were not boyfriend material from the first, and has been telling me that I need to just have fun -- and not be so serious." "Does that mean you are gong to have sex with him? I KNOW he wants that." I warned. "I -- know. I -- might, but don't worry, I'll be safe." "That's not what I'm worried about, Ev. Well, of course it's a concern, but -- I know you'd be careful in that area. I just feel like -- Oh, I don't want to put my morality on you." "No, you're the big brother - - what were you gonna say?" "Sex -- to me -- is sacred. That's why I wouldn't go all the way -- even with you. I won't be doing it with anyone -- unless I know we are in love and have plans to stay together." "Yeah -- well -- if you'd been fucked over and over by your own dad, you might feel somewhat differently about that." "I suppose. But Ev -- I dunno -- why don't you call Rex and ask him what he thinks?" "No way!" "So -- you already think you know what he would say?" I said. It required no answer. "Well, so you have two big brothers both of which you look up to like dads -- telling you the same thing." "Yeah - - " "Ev, you're almost eighteen. I can't tell you how to live your life. But -- but - " " -- but -- you'd be disappointed if I was a sleep-around type guy." "I know lots of guys are. More straight guys than homos. I just -- don't like it." "You don't like -- sex?" "Don't be silly. You of all people would know that about me!" he grinned. "You're so cute, Ev! Just think about my point of view. That's all I expect. You have to make your own decision." "I'm not used to anyone acting like you -- and your parents. At my house, I was always bossed around -- by my father AND my brother. "They just TOLD me what I HAD to do. You just make a suggestion -- your parents too. I like that, but sometimes - - I hate it!" "Why would you hate it?" "Ben! It makes me have to think for myself! It makes me have to be responsible for myself. That's hard!" "I know, baby -- I know." I sat up and hugged him. He pushed me down and hugged me back, burying his face in my neck, kissing it. "Ev loves Ben!" came a chant from the hall. Wyatt and Kirby were standing there grinning. Everett popped up and flew to the door and grabbed them both up and hugged them. "Yes! I do! Just like I love Wyatt and Kirby!" They giggled. Then he looked at me. "Anyway, your mom wants you to come out for breakfast." He put the little boys down and they ran towards the kitchen. "I love you, Ev!" I said. "Close the door, please, so I can get dressed." "Aww -- I wanted to watch!" He said, grinning. I removed my sleep pants and he stuck his tongue out, and then closed the door. He definitely still makes my putter flutter! After breakfast the little boys begged their big brother to come out into the back yard and play with them. He assented. My cell phone buzzed. I didn't immediately recognize the number. "Hello?" "Um -- oh! Hi! What's up? You ready to jam this afternoon?" "Um -- oh! Heh! I guess this is Etienne. I'm -- er -- yeah! I'm ready!" "Listen, I want to apologize. I meant to leave a few of these numbers with you, so you could make some calls. You want me to email them?" "Er -- um -- sure! But -- why don't you just wait til this afternoon and give them to me when we meet to go to that guy's house?" "Okay then. Want me to swing by and pick you up?" "Sure!" I said. "I'll be there at one!" "You wanna come at noon and have lunch with us?" "Cool!" He said. "Will -- um -- everyone be there?" "Do you mean Everett?" He stifled a choke. "Yeah." "Yeah, probably. All my brothers will." "Your -- brothers - - ?" "Well, yeah - - foster brothers -- at least. Everett is too old to be in the foster program, but still he is my foster brother." "Oh." Said Etienne, almost impishly. I kinda thought he was -- you told me he was your - " "We -- um -- sort of -- broke up." "Oh! Um -- sort of?" "Well, we WERE going together, but -- only for about a week." "Isn't that awkward? Living in the same house and all?" "Not really. We're both okay with it." "That's - - cool - - I guess. I mean -- um -- what -- caused your -- um -- amiable break-up." "We both decided that I was too old for him." "Oh!" He said, sounding more concerned than I think he meant to. Then I caught why. He is much older than I am -- than I am older than Ev. "Well -- um -- okay! Well, then -- why -- I mean -- can I take you out to lunch? -- I mean -- why don't we go out -- just the two of us and -- I mean -- you know for lunch." "Okay." I said, not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was. "What do you want me to wear?" "It doesn't matter to me -- you look great in whatever - - oh! You mean for our appointment! Okay, well, I usually don't like to dress up too much. I like to make them feel comfortable. Just some nice pants and maybe a polo shirt." "Oh. O -- okay." I stammered. "I'll pick you up at about 10:30 then -- okay?" "O-o-okay." I said. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I -- um -- don't have any clothes like you're talking about. I have a dress shirt and tie. But even those I would usually wear with jeans." I said, supremely ashamed. "Oh! Well -- What're you doing right now? Can I come over and we'll get you fixed up?" "Fixed up?" "You know with some clothes." "Etienne -- I couldn't let you buy me - " "Who said anything about buying? I have lots of clothes -- and they'll probably fit you well enough. I mean the polo shirt would be worn outside your pants, so it will cover up the cinched waist." "Oh. Well -- o --okay." I said. I wondered if he knew or had any idea how embarrassed I felt. "See you in about ten!" He said and he hung up. I didn't know what to expect. I put on my jeans and a tee shirt and waited. Etienne knocked at precisely ten minutes after he hung up. I opened the door. He was dressed in a gray polo shirt and charcoal pants, with black loafers. As soon as he saw me, his eyes swept over me from top to bottom and back up to my eyes. Then he gave me an embarrassed smile. My face was crimson red! "You look great. But we'll get you looking more professional." He said. But he didn't have any clothing with him -- that I could see. "Where are the clothes?" I asked. "Oh! I didn't bring them. I thought we could just go over to my place and let you try several on." He seemed to be looking at me hungrily. Or maybe that was just my interpretation. "Bye -- mom!" I said. "Where are you going, Sweetheart?" She answered. "We're going to go to an appointment -- to sell a car." I said. "Dressed like that?" She said. "Etienne is gonna let me use some of his clothes." "Oh!" She said. "Well, have a good time -- I mean -- er -- good luck!" He preceded me to the car and then opened my door. When we started away from the curb, he put his hand on mine and said, I'm so glad you -- er -- decided to work with me." Then he awkwardly removed his hand, put it up to his nose and then shook it and turned red. I could tell he was not good at -- at -- whatever he was trying to do. When we arrived at his motel, I hopped out before he could open my door. He led me to his room. He opened the door. It was dark inside. He stepped aside for me to enter first, then followed me in and closed the door. We stood there in the dark for an embarrassing moment -- for both of us. Then he went over to the window and opened the drape as he said, "Sorry, I'm not very good at this." "At what?" I said, as if I didn't know. "Ben -- I really think you're attractive. And -- I really -- um -- like you -- a lot!" "I like you too, Etienne. I don't know where to go from here either." "Well -- um -- why don't we try some clothes on you?" "Okay." I said relieved. "Heh. We're quite a pair, huh? Neither of us knows how to make a move. And -- hee hee -- I'm getting ready to dress my own `Ken Doll'!" He giggled. "Um -- that would be -- `Ben Doll'!" I joined his giggle. I took off my tee shirt and he handed me one shirt after another -- all of them hung on me like -- well, like they were too big. "Let's try some pant's" He said. He handed me several pair of pants and all of them fell off me too. I didn't think to bring my own belt. So I stood there in my underwear, feeling kind of stupid. Then I noticed something -- HIS pants and shirt both looked tight -- maybe too tight. He noticed me looking at him. "What?" he smiled shyly. "How about what you have on? They might fit." I said. "Oh -- these old things. I'd hate to make you -- I mean -- I've worn them several times -- they must - - stink!" I walked over to him and leaned down and smelled his arm pits. "Smells like you use Old Spice Performance deodorant. Smells good! I stood back. He first removed his pants, revealing white boxer shorts, with the fly strained to the max. He looked down. "Sorry!" he said. "I told you that you look good!" Then he removed his shirt. His chest was completely smooth -- then I noticed a little stubble. He shaved his chest! I couldn't stop my hand from flying up to his chest, my fingers feeling the stubble. "Sorry," he said again. You probably hate chest stubble!" "I'm okay with it." I whispered hoarsely. "Ben -- can I touch you?" "Where -- I mean -- what?" "I just want to feel your -- your -- warm skin on mine." He beckoned to me and I slowly closed the distance between us. We embraced. His chest stubble was strange feeling. I giggled. "You hate it don't you!" he cried. "My chest hair -- you hate it!" Just then my dick flexed big-time. "Does that tell you I hate it?" I said, equally embarrassed as he was. I thought he must have engineered this whole exchange, but now I was not so sure. My flex was met with one of his own. "Omigod, I didn't mean -- I mean -- this wasn't supposed to happen -- this way!" "You mean you didn't plan this?" I said. "I'm almost hurt." Then I couldn't hold back any more. I kissed his mouth. Etienne was considerably bulkier than I, even though we were about the same height. Our bodies seemed to melt together. He picked me up and put me on the bed and then lay down next to me. I felt an intensity of craving that I didn't know was there, at least a few minutes before! "Omigod!" He said. "What?" I said. "Oh -- well, it's just been so long! I wish -- um -- would you climb on top of me -- and lay down? Really -- that's all I want -- well, not really but for now -- would you -- do it?" "If I'm gonna be working for you, I feel kind of - " I started. "Not for me -- WITH me. Omigod, your skin felt good -- please -- just for a moment?" I did as he asked. His hard body - - his hard-NESS made me so -- horny. I didn't want to stop, but told myself this wasn't right. But -- it felt soooo right! We kissed again. I said "we" because I don't really know who started it. Our hands were all over each other, but our underwear was still on both of us -- though both dicks were protruding above the tops. Then he pushed me off -- gently. "We -- can't -- do this -- now!" Said Etienne. "I know." I said, breathlessly. My face was burning and I felt like my balls were going to explode. I closed my eyes and just breathed deeply for a moment. "I'm sorry!" he cried. "I shouldn't have asked you -- I mean - " "It's okay. I could have said no -- and maybe I should have. But I didn't -- and -- it felt -- good!" We got up as if nothing had happened and got dressed -- I in the clothing he was wearing earlier -- and it smelled like him so much, it was hard to concentrate at first. The shirt fit fine and the pants were only a little large. We arrived at Mr. Randall's home five minutes early. Etienne looked over at me then lay his hand on mine again, as he had done earlier. "Don't be nervous, Ben. It's a piece of cake!" I felt nervous but not for that reason. "I -- it's not that. I'm afraid that I won't be able to control my boner watching you!" I smiled. He looked at my crotch and it jumped. He smiled. "Well, do your best, Cutie Pie!" He said, and a shiver went through me when he called me that. We were met at the door by Mr. Randall. "Please, do come in!" "I'm Etienne Croissant, and this is my associate, Ben Hastings." "Good to meet you both. I know that Hastings is not an unusual name, but I wonder -- I went to school with a Bill Hastings. He was a big guy, about 6'-3" tall -- and played football. We called him Bubba back then." "Some people still do call him that. He's my dad!" I said excitedly. "No kidding!" He exclaimed. "I'm Alan Randall!" He looked me up and down. "How old are you? Oh, I'm sorry -- that was rude. You - " "No, it's okay." I said. "I'm almost 21 -- on the 31st of August." "Your dad and I were great friends in high school, but -- well, you know how easy it is to lose contact." "You got that right!" I said. "I haven't seen hardly any of my classmates since graduation." Then I added, "So were you and Dad in the same class?" "I graduated a year after him. He graduated early. Smartest footballer I even knew!" SLAM! Went a door somewhere else in the house. "Al -- that you?" "Yeah -- me and Kristin." "Come in here, Son. I want you to meet someone." From what I assume was the kitchen came a beautiful, tall, statuesque blond girl with the bluest eyes I ever saw. I surprised even myself: I swallowed hard. How long has it been since any girl affected me like that? Then I heard the door slam again and in came -- I assumed -- Al. I was hoping that Al didn't see my mouth drop open looking first at the girl and then - - at him! He was about 6'-5" tall, and perfectly proportioned. He had on an oxford cloth pale lavender shirt, neatly tucked in to conservative dress pants. His hair too was blond -- looking like it was heavily bleached by the sun. It was trim around the ears and neck, but swayed lightly about his eyes. His eyes were a deep shade of either blue or green -- I couldn't tell. His package was neatly but obviously encased behind his tight fly. I think he noticed me staring. I averted my eyes. "Al, this is Ben Hastings." "Oh -- kay." He said, looking questioningly at his dad. "Doesn't hastings jog your memory?" "You mean -- well, of course -- Are you talking about your friend, Bubba?" "Yes! That's him!" "Huh? He's too young to be -- huh?" Said Al. "No, I just meant Bubba is the one I was referring to. This is his son." "What? You mean - " Al looked at me. "Do you live out here?" "Huh?" I was truly lost. "Our dad's went to school together in Indiana. We just moved here a year ago." "Yes, Ben. Where is your dad now?" "We live -- about ½ hour away." "What? You mean you live with your Dad?" "Well -- yeah -- and my mom." I looked at Etienne, who looked bewildered by the whole thing. He shrugged. Mr. Hastings didn't miss it. "Oh! I'm sorry Etienne! Al, this is Etienne, Ben's associate." He looked at Etienne. "Right?" "Well you didn't come here for old home week, Etienne! Show us your stuff." Both Al and his girlfriend smirked at that remark. "We -- we can -- meet at another time, if you would rather, Sir." "Nonsense! Al would love to see what you have to offer as well." Again the smirk from Al and his girl." "Well, I believe you told be you were looking for something in a - " "Something to assuage my midlife crisis! Yes! A high powered sports car." "Hm -- high powered? More high powered than a Ferrari? Maybe a Lamborghini? "Oh, I dunno -- the Testarossa is a pretty powerful Ferrari." Said Al. "Heh!" Said Mr. Randall. "Al drives one!" My jaw dropped again. "A Testarossa?!!" I said. "Wanna see it?" Said Al, obviously proud. "Yeah, you take Ben out and show him your car and I'll stay and talk to Etienne here." My eyes strayed again to the statuesque blond. "Oh! Sorry!" Said Al. Everyone -- this is Kristin. She smiled. Al said something to her in another language and she sat down on a nearby chair. "Kristin is from Iceland." Said Al. "C'mon Ben! Let's go see my car." I followed Al through the kitchen -- which was about the size of my house -- and out the back door. The car was parked in the driveway. It was yellow -- wild yellow -- and shone like it was covered with glass. "My dad can't stop talking about your dad!" Said Al. He got in the driver's side, so I hopped in the other side. Al drove about two blocks then said, "Hey! You wanna drive down to the beach?" "I dunno -- Etienne - " "My dad'll keep him busy!" "How about your girlfriend?" I said. Al whipped out his phone. "Dad. Let me talk to Kristin." Then, "Krissy, -" then he said something in the other language (Icelandic?) And hung up. Al smiled to himself. "What?" I said. "Kristin was pretty tired. She'll lie down in the guest room until we get back." "But still, I came with Etienne. I don't want to make him have to - ." "Dad -- tell Etienne that Kristin and I'll take Ben home. Yeah. We're gonna cruise down to Redondo and check out the girls for a moment." He hung up again and said, "That's taken care of. There's quite a parade of chicks down in Redondo Beach." "Um -- what about Kristin?" "She's too tired!" "I mean -- won't she mind?" "Dad won't tell her where we're going. He couldn't anyway -- he can't speak her language." I looked long and hard before saying what came next. "Al -- I really don't care much about checking out -- chicks. I'm gay." "So?! I don't care about that! And - - there's almost as much male action at Redondo as chicks! You'll love it! AND -- then I don't have to worry about competition from you!" He said, I'm sure his grin telling me that he wasn't worried! Well, we were halfway there before I could protest any more. And -- even though I was feeling a little guilty -- both for him for his obvious disregard for his girlfriend -- and for me for the obvious lust I was feeling for this testosterone driven, hot guy sitting just inches from me -- I was at the same time wishing the circumstances were - - somewhat different. Like -- you know -- like maybe he were - - GAY! Oh well. "So, Ben -- have you always been gay?" He said it nonchalantly enough I didn't suspect anything rancorous from him. "I'm not sure I know how to answer that." I said. "Well -- I mean -- did you ever like -- date -- girls?" "I -- um -- well -- yes, before I -- um - " "Before you -- um -- decided you were gay." It wasn't a question. I was starting to get perturbed -- and apparently visibly so, because he backed off a little. "Er -- sorry dude! It's just a little hard to understand -- for me -- how a guy can -- well, you know." "No -- actually I DON'T know." I said. "How a guy can what?" Okay now I admit I was baiting him. For a couple reasons. I wanted him to be uncomfortable trying to explain himself and I have to admit -- I wanted to hear this macho, straight guy talk about what he thinks gay guys do. There is a kind of kinky pleasure or something that I was anticipating. "Look I'm sorry if I offended you. I was just -- you know -- trying to explain -- I don't understand how a guy can be -- um -- turned on -- by another guy." Damn! That was disappointing. I was hoping for something more explicit! "Well think of how you feel when you check out the girls -- say at Redondo -- who are almost naked, nice full breasts and firm round asses." He actually started to rub his crotch. I looked and laughed. "Yeah -- that's what it's like for me -- seeing the same things on a guy. Nice hard pecs and -- a hard tight ass. MMmmm! To say nothing of just enough bulge in front to make me wonder!" The more I said, the more he rubbed and the harder I laughed. Then he said, by now laughing himself, "You like to watch me rub this don't you?" He looked at me rubbing my own. And laughed even harder. "I can tell we're gonna get along great!" He laughed. Then he shocked me. He reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it hard enough to be felt in my crotch. "Don't get too carried away there, Sport. We may want to get out in a few minutes." He saw someone leaving a parking place at the beach parking lot and hurried into the spot. "Let's walk on the beach, Sport." "I'm not your dog - - Sport." I said, but good-natured. "Oh -- it's just I can't remember ever meeting such a good sport -- I mean such a good GAY sport." "Well -- as long as I can give it back to you. And I may not be very careful when!" I couldn't help thinking about spouting off when with Ranj -- how that got me in trouble. "I can handle anything you give me." I obviously squeezed my firm package. "Within reason, dude!" He laughed. We walked down to the water. I was wishing we had swimming stuff on -- because I wanted to get him IN the water. "Alan!" A high sing-songy voice said behind us. We both turned and there was a very hot looking brunette, with long hair that reached down to her mostly uncovered butt cheeks. She obviously had enhanced breasts -- too big and too firm -- even for a girl her age -- I guessed around 18 -- maybe a little older. She gave him a kiss -- on the lips -- and a close hug. "Cindy! Hey, this is my friend, Ben." She almost jumped over to me and hugged me, her now even more obvious fake boobs almost bouncing off me. She kissed me on the mouth too. "Where have you been hiding this Cutie Pie, Alan? You KNOW how much I like little dark guys!" "Ben, this is my ex of a couple years ago. She threw me over for a little dark guy! But she realized here error and has been craving my superior body ever since." "Don't believe that line of crap!" She said to me, by now hanging on to my arm, and her legs straddling mine -- from the side. Her crotch was pressed up hard against my hip. She actually humped me! "He's been craving this ever since we broke up!" This was all in good fun. And I did have to laugh, though mostly to ease my own nervousness. "Well, she said, letting me go, I'll let you boys play with yourselves. I've gotta get back to my little dark guy!" "Don't tell me you're still going with Scott!" "Nope! His name is Daryl. He's also small and dark, but -- a lot richer!" She said sweetly, then smiled and ran off down the beach, her long hair seeming to bounce off her ass. She looked back and fell on her face in the sand. She got up and brushed off the sand to the tune of Al laughing almost uncontrollably. She then gave him the finger, making him laugh even harder. "YOU WISH!" he hollered. When we got back to the car, and started toward home -- my home, that is, he started rubbing his crotch again. "Trying to turn me on again, Al?" I asked. "Or can you just not help yourself with a sexy little dark guy sitting so close?" I was pretty proud of myself for that remark. "Don't think I didn't notice your crotch grow while Cindy was humping you! Gay my left nut! You're holding out on me!" I hoped he would not notice! Notes: What the - - !!!??? Even I don't know where this is going this time! I know I'd rather be straight -- if I had a choice! But -- I do not! Well, we'll have to wait to see what subby has in mind! Comments are welcome, as usual, to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve