Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2009 23:25:48 -0400 From: kyle Subject: Kyle's Plans-part 6 Previously... Frankie cuddled up against me as he pulled a blanket over us that was left on my couch from before. He fell asleep in my arms as my dick rested between those round cheeks of him and my hand gripped firmly to his boy hood and my mouth planted countless kisses on his neck. I can only imagine that it was the best nights sleep ever! I woke up to find my sweet little Frankie still snuggled up against me in our warm little bed on the couch. My morning wood was pressed firmly against his ass cheeks and my hand was still grabbing his semi hard dick. I kissed him gingerly on the neck as he stirred and gradually woke up, pushing firmly back against me and shoving my dick harder against his ass. I squeezed his dick once and it rose to full attention as I pushed against him some more. He moaned a little and blinked a few times before fully waking up. Rolling over, Frankie was now face to face with me and gave me a quick peck on the lips as his hard dick rubbed up on my own. "Morning," he said as he gave me another kiss with a little tongue this time. He got up after throwing the covers off of us and stretched, giving me a perfect view of his beautiful body. As he stretched his arms up and over his head his tight belly grew tighter and some of his bottom ribs showed. His thin legs made his dick look thicker as it laid flat against his tummy. He turned around slowly and bent down and looked back at me. "Oops, I dropped something," he laughed as he gave me a great view of his stunning ass cheeks. I reached my hand out and grabbed a handful of his cheek and squeezed, eliciting a little yelp from Frankie as he jumped in the air. Unfortunately he found his boxers on the floor and pulled them up and around his waist, hiding his still prominent package. Wait a minute, those aren't his boxers! "Hey, those are mine buddy!" I said as I saw him adjust his boner, which was now concealed by my white boxers! He laughed and manipulated his hard dick so it was poking out of the fly of my boxers and he walked over toward me and smeared his dick head on my face. "Lil' Frankie wanted to give you a kiss, too," Frankie laughed as he tucked himself away and went upstairs. I gradually got up, after playing with my morning wood a little, and folded the blanket that we slept under and looked around for my clothes. I figured if Frankie was wearing mine, I could wear his. I wasn't much bigger then Frankie, in all and any areas. I was a little over and inch taller, and maybe had about fifteen pounds on him, at the most. I was a little broader but that was only because I worked out and therefore had more definition. My dick was also just a little bigger then his at just over six inches. I am not thrilled with that, but oh well, it seems to work wonders and no one has complained, yet. I pulled his boxers up over my junk and noted the tightness and soft material that surrounded my dick and balls. It was nice, comforting. I managed to grab a few beer cans that were still full and went upstairs and emptied them in the sink as I watched Frankie crack some eggs. "Go ahead, help yourself," I said jokingly as I slapped his ass clad in my boxers. "Ouch!" he cried and managed to drop an egg on the floor. "Oops, my bad," he laughed as he tried his best to clean it with paper towels and other shit. "So what do you think of my boxers?" he asked after he finished cleaning up and I took over cooking the eggs. I actually don't like eggs unless it's an omelet, but I'll settle if that's what Frankie wants. "They are very nice, very nice indeed," I said as I cupped my sac with my hand. "Yours aren't bad either," he replied as he stretched them open and let them snap back against his waist and a little painful look appeared on his face. I laughed and finished cooking the eggs as he grabbed some plates and glasses after opening the incorrect cabinet three times. He set my kitchen table with the porcelain dishware and poured some milk into our glasses as I added some salt and pepper to the eggs and brought the skillet over to the table, dishing out an equal proportion to each of us. We sat around the table, I took the head and he sat at the foot. The eggs were decent, I mean, I did make them, but like I said, I don't like eggs to begin with. We ate in silence, just looking at each other the whole time, smiling, and I got up when I finished and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I walked into the living room and put my MGMT album into my Mom's old classy Bang and Olufsen stereo. The first song was `Time to Pretend,' a fucking good song and it got me happy and moving. I love to pump some good music in the morning because it sets the tone for the rest of the day. I usually play very trippy, stoner music, as some call it. I love it. I just make crazy music videos to it in my head of some of the most trippy and fluid things. Makes me wonder if I made the right career move now... "We need some cleaning music," I said to Frankie as he started bopping his head to the music, in a very over the top manner to make fun of my taste in music, but I saw him tapping his feet soon enough. We made our descent back into the basement to start the cleaning and preparing for my mother to get home. Frankie brought a big garbage bag down and collected all the empties and I got the Windex and paper towels to wipe up the dried beer and other crap that was all over my shitty basement furniture. We stayed in the other's boxers the whole time. I got a call from my mom about a half hour into our clean up and I picked it up hoping for the best; "Hello?" I said as I flipped my phone open to answer the call. "Hey sweetie, I decided to get some breakfast with Jonathan and then he wants to go for a hike in the Audubon Society area I was telling you about," she said into the phone. "Oh yeah, I know the one, okay cool," I said, realizing that would give me more time alone with my boy. We talked for a little longer and she told me to expect her back around dinnertime or so. I agreed and we hung up and I went over to Frankie who was bending over picking up some more beer cans. I got behind him and swept my hand over his ass. Starting at his taint, I ran my hand up and along his ass crack and up to the elastic band of my boxers and over his spine, causing goose bumps to rise on his arms. "Hhooooolly shiiiitttt," he said slowly as I finished my quick groping of my sweet little man. I laughed as he stood up straight and turned around to face me. He had to arch his head back as I bent my head down to plant a nice kiss on his mouth and he opened his mouth forcing his tongue into mine, battling to get further back into my throat. I put my hands around his soft waist and pulled him closer to me, feeling his hard dick poke my own. He seemed to always be hard, but I loved that. I continued kissing and feeling him up for another minute or so until I could feel his leaking dick on my own as he leaked through the material of his boxers and my boxers. Pulling away and stepping back a foot, I turned around and helped him pick up the rest of the cans and put them in the trash bag. "So what we doing today?" Frankie asked as I continued picking up cans. "Dunno, when you gotta be home again?" I asked, checking to see how long I had with him. "Like I told you last night, if you had only listened," he teased me as he plopped another can into the trash bag, "my parents are at the shore house until late this afternoon, and they just want me back for dinner or something." I nodded my head and brought the now full trash bag upstairs and put it down in the mudroom. I looked around the family room and tidied up the place a little; fluffed some pillows, straightened out some furniture, and some other useless shit in an attempt to make things look the way they did when my Mom left last night. "Wanna take a shower, I smell like sex and cum," I said as I lifted my armpits and took a sniff of myself. I saw Frankie do the same to himself and reach his hand down my, which were on him, boxers and feel his dick before he brought his hand to his face to take a whiff of his sweaty sac. He cringed and made an awful look as he smelled his hand. I laughed as I headed out of the family room and upstairs, shucking the boxers off as I reached the stairs. I ran up the rest of the stairs nude and headed for the bathroom. We have three bathrooms in total, two with a shower, and one of those was in my Mom's room, so that wasn't going to happen. I turned on the showerhead and set it to a temperature that I thought would be just right for me. I felt a hand on my ass as I stepped into the shower. I jumped a little as I looked around to see Frankie stepping over the tub walls to get in beside me under the warm spray of the water. I noticed he was still in my white boxers when he got under the water, which quickly soaked the material and made it see through, which I thought was extremely hot. I saw the outline of his dick, which was beginning to swell, through the translucent material of my white boxers that hugged his stiffening dick. I watched as the water beaded on his skin and ran down his chest and soaked into my boxers. He smiled as I grabbed the bar of soap and ran a lathered hand over his torso and stomach, cleaning him as best I could. Slowly, he turned around and I paid special attention to his back and neck, giving him a soft massage as he cooed and moaned in my arms, letting me know he was enjoying it. I dug my thumbs deep into the knots that riddled his neck. He shifted his head from right to left over and over, rolling his shoulders as I continued my massage. He turned back around and grabbed the soap and took to my chest, paying special attention to my erect nipples that jutted out, pointing directly at him. He flicked his tongue over each one as he continued soaping me up, cleaning me everywhere. I reached for the shampoo and let it drip out into his short brown hair as I ran my hands through that soft mop on his head. He decided to make it easier for me to reach so he got on his knees, and from there he gave me a great dick cleaning, with his mouth. Frankie swirled his tongue around my knob, giving it a proper cleaning while his hand jacked me off furiously, getting me quickly to the point of no return. I played with his hair moving the shampoo around as he licked my sac and taint, causing me to moan in pleasure. Frankie stood up quickly though, leaving my dick in a painfully erect state, and took the shampoo from me and put some in his hand and ran it through my short red hairs, both on my head and on my pelvic area. We washed each other completely before we just sat under the spray on my showers built in seats, talking about our plans. "So, what you thinking," Frankie asked as the water hit his head and bounced off like he was standing under a waterfall. It was really pretty, the way the water ran down his soft cheeks and ran the contours of his lips before hitting his chin and rolling off and down his neck. He smiled as he watched me admire his cute face. "Well, I am fine with just staying here," I said as I played with my still hard boner. He reached over and gave it a few strokes after I adjusted the water to make it a little warmer since we were running out of hot water. I leaned back as I let him go to town on my dick. Frankie tugged on me for a little then he stopped and jumped out of the shower abruptly while laughing. I thought that was odd but whatever, less warm water for HOLY SHIT THAT'S COLD! That little fuck turned the knob all the way to the cold setting! FUCK! I jumped out as quickly as I could and turned off the shower. Frankie, who was still wearing my soaking wet and soapy boxers, pointed to my now flaccid and shrunken dick and laughed. I shrugged as I grabbed a towel and walked by my laughing boy toy. I decided to make him pay so I quickly sac tapped him as I walked by him and into my room. That stopped that laughing and replaced it with a long drawn out, "Awww," as he hunched over and grabbed his balls and fell to the tile floor of my bathroom. My turn to laugh. I walked into my room and toweled off and dried my hair to an extent. Rummaging though my drawers for a nice pair of boxers, I settled with the one pair of boxer briefs that I had. I threw on an undershirt and another white t-shirt with a small Nine Inch Nails graphic spray-painted on the front and a larger one on the back. I then grabbed a pair of tattered jeans and pulled them up and over my briefs, topping it off with a thick white hemp belt. As you can tell, I really like the color white. I also have white pumas, but I decided to wear my brown ones today. Frankie joined me in my room a couple minutes later, holding a towel around his waist and clutching his still sore balls. "Sorry, but I was only getting even," I said as I watched him go through my drawers and take out a pair of my smaller boxers. "What am I? Your second closet?" I asked as he pulled his boxers off himself and nodded. "You fucking live right down the street! Use your own clothes!" I said, even though I didn't really care actually, in fact, I kinda liked that he wore my clothes but I was still going to give him a hard time. "Shut up, you like it and we both know it," Frankie said as he slapped his ass as he turned and looked back at me. God he knows me too well. I didn't have any old jeans so he wore the ones he was wearing last night. I watched him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone and slide it open, "Its Rich," Frankie told me as he put the phone to his ear. "What up?" he asked as I watched him have the conversation with his best friend Richard. Rich and I know each other pretty well because he would often come with us when Frankie would hang out with me. Plus, he was always over Frankie's house whenever I was over there hanging out with Pat. "I'm chilling with Kyle, we were just, uhhh, playing some video games," he laughed as he looked at me smiling. Lying already. "Sure, I can hang later, how bout we pick you up in a bit," pause, "oh you're hungry, I guess we could go out and get something to eat, I'll get Kyle to drive us around!" he said into the phone smiling. I am no chauffer, but for him, I'll do anything. He hung up after another minute or so and he told me what the low down was. "We are gonna pick up Rich and grab some grub in a little." I nodded and headed downstairs to grab a drink or soda for myself as I turned on the tube to ESPN to watch some of the college basketball that was taking place. After all, it is March madness. Frankie sat down next to me and we watched the Villanova game for about an hour until it was two-o-clock, time to go eat food. "Rich wants to eat at `Friday's,' okay?" Frankie asked me as he put his shoes on and ran out the garage door with me following close behind. He was already at my car door waiting for me to open it by the time I got out the back door and closed the garaged bay. "Lets go already, I'm starving!" Frankie complained in an attempt to annoy me. I chose to ignore him and take my time a little. "Shit, hang on I gotta get my wallet, I guess I left it inside," I realized after I hopped into the drivers seat and buckled up only to get out a second later. "No, I got it, I took it before," Frankie said as he reached into his pocket and threw my wallet at me with a smile. I thought nothing of it and took off down the road to Richard's house. Rich lived pretty close to us, but the roads were very windy so it took a couple minutes to get to his house. We cruised while listening to some of my Ratatat, some more trippy music that I love to drive to, and we got there about five minutes later and waited for him in the driveway. I know his parents because they are Daniel's Mother's best friends, if you followed that. Daniel would call Rich's parents his aunt and uncle, even though they weren't related at all, just really good family friends. Mrs. Reilly, Rich's mom, was always over Danny's house hanging out with Dan's mom, so that's how I met her. Rich came running out of his garage a few moments later and hopped into the back seat and said, `what's up' to Frankie and I. Rich is a pretty cute kid. He is the same height as Frankie, standing at just above 5'6" or so, and he had short blond hair that got bleached in the sun. He had a really cute laugh and he was always by Frankie's side, wherever they went. He had light green eyes with a few freckles on his cheeks and an upturned nose and a small pair of lips. He was thin, like Frankie and I, and he was a great baseball player so he was in pretty nice shape. Overall, he was a cute kid. "Ugh, change this crap!" Rich said as he got in the car, referring to my choice in music. Whenever Frankie and Rich were together, they would always harass me and try to piss me off. Just like when I was over Pat's house and Frankie would make fun of my hair or something. They got a kick out of it when I would retaliate and throw insults back at them or threatened to kick their ass. I think they actually would like to see my try. Frankie often would jump on me and try to wrestle me to the ground, but I would just throw him off. Sometimes he got me in a headlock and he managed to take me down, but usually I'd win. So I ignored Rich and instead turned the volume up to piss him off. He decided to reach into the front seat and over the center consol and turn on the radio to stupid z100, what crap. I let them play what they wanted while I drove the couple miles to the town over that had the Friday's in little strip mall. The parking lot was nearly empty as I pulled in and parked close to the entrance and shut the car off. The two boys jumped out and headed inside as I locked the car and followed soon after them. Friday's was a home of a couple of memories for me. I had gone here a bunch of times with my friends when we had the munchies and we would always give the waiters and waitresses a hard time, but we left a nice tip. It was just a place for juvenile fun. Like I said, I am always looking to do something stupid and possibly get me in trouble. Sometimes I got in more trouble then I have wanted and ended up in cuffs a few times... but that's neither here nor there. I got inside and the Frankie was waiting for me along with Rich at the Hostess's bar waiting to be seated. "Three," I said as I made eye contact with the Hostess and she led us down and aisle to a booth that was in the back rather secluded from any of the others. Rich sat down and I sat next to him and Frankie sat across from me. We all picked up our menus and waited for our drink order to be put in. Our waitress walked by us a couple times before she finally stopped and asked us if we would like anything to drink. She smelled like sweat, probably from working the morning shift, too. She was pretty old, maybe a mom supporting a family, so I knew I was going to leave a nice tip. Frankie ordered a sprite, Rich ordered a stupid raspberry drink that was loaded with sugar, and I ordered a glass of water. I continued looking over my menu, already knowing what I wanted; a crispy chicken wrap! Not the healthiest thing, but whatever, I can go for a run later. But then I noticed `munchie mania,' which had every type of wing, fries, chicken fingers, and more crap! It looked amazing! I should have smoked before... The only reason I didn't is because Frankie doesn't smoke, although he said he would try brownies, so that may come in handy. "You guys ready to order?" I asked as I placed my menu down on the table and took a sip of my cool water. I got a nod from Rich and I got a foot straight to my nuts from Frankie. I collapsed on top of the table as I grabbed my crotch and cradled my sore balls. "That was for before, and yes, I am ready to order," Frankie said as his shit eating grin spread across his face as mine disappeared. Rich just had a confused look on his face as he watched me gasp for air while Frankie laughed lightly to himself. "He sac tapped me before when we were wrestling," Frankie explained to Rich, which was a lie. He didn't mention the fact that we had just showered together, but maybe that's for the best. Rich just nodded and laughed as he sat back and glanced at my crotch, which I still held on to firmly. I always like revenge, so I figure I'll have it soon enough, just gotta think of what it will be. The waitress still hasn't noticed the fact that our menus were down and we were just chatting, so I decided I'd have my pay back now. Frankie almost always had a boner, and I know he loved playing with it, especially in front of me, so that gave me an idea. I put my foot up and into his crotch, applying light, but gradual, pressure to his junk. He acted natural as I forced my foot harder against his dick and balls. I noticed a change in facial expression as I began moving my foot around, trying to stimulate him so he got a boner. I took another sip from my glass as I continued pushing against his package. Finally he reached down and adjusted himself and I knew he had a boner. I indicated to Rich, who had no idea what was going on. I whispered in his ear, "Frankie has a boner, and I know he can't leave it alone." Rich didn't seem to understand where I was going with this, but he looked interested. "Push your feet into his crotch," I told him as Frankie closed his eyes and I pushed one more time before I let Rich replace my foot with his. Frankie didn't seem to notice the difference as he sank down into his seat and pushed against Rich's foot. Rich turned to me and smiled as he continued pressing against Frankie's hard dick, almost jacking him off. I didn't see the waitress approaching since the kitchen was behind me and to the left but Frankie did and he tried to act as natural as he could while Rich continued to jack him off as best he could with his feet. The waitress stood at my side, unable to see anything that was happening under the table and in Frankie's crotch as she asked, "You boys ready to order?" I didn't think I was still considered a boy, though even today I am told all the time that I look 16, but whatever. "Yes," I said, as I place my order, "I'll have the crispy chicken wrap with ranch instead of the honey mustard sauce, and can I have fries instead of chips?" I asked, to which she just nodded and looked over at Rich, who was fiddling around, most likely due to his manipulation of his foot that was going to town on Frankie's dick. I glanced at Frankie and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he coughed to stop from moaning in pleasure. I did all I could to hold back from laughing out loud. "Hi, I'll have the cheese burger with cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomato, and fried onions with a side of fries and can I get another drink?" Rich said after the waitress looked over at him as an indication for him to give his order. The waitress again just nodded and looked over at Frankie who was shifting his head from side to side and opening and closing his eyes as Rich kept his dick massage going at full pace. "And for you young man?" the waitress said when Frankie didn't immediately say his order. "I'll haaavveee, ahh, the uhhh, AHHH, the crispy chiCKEN, ohhh," Frankie gasped as Richard brought him closer and closer to the edge. "Sorry sweetie?" the waitress said with a questioning look. "Oh, sorry, he isn't feeling well, but he wants what I am having, right Franklyn?" I said, teasing him in his current embarrassing state. He just nodded and closed his eyes again. The waitress took that as her cue to leave and grabbed our menus and left. Rich turned to me and smiled a huge smile as he pulled his feet up and took his shoe off and brought his foot, now only in a white ankle sock, back to Frankie straining boyhood. I just laughed as Rich got more and more into it as he started shaking his leg rapidly in attempt to put Frankie past the point of no return. Frankie lunged forward at the table and his mouth dropped open as he gasped and moaned and threw his head back. I watched in pure bliss as I saw my boy have his orgasm in public at a restaurant while being jacked off by his best friend's foot. "Ugh, you little bitch, you got my sock wet!" Rich laughed as he pulled his foot away and put his shoe back on even though there was some cum on his sock. I was really surprised that Rich actually went through with it; I didn't think he would actually jack Frankie off with his foot! I gave him a puzzled look that I guess explained my thoughts. "Frankie and I have been fooling around for a while now, just boys being boys," Rich said as he turned to Frankie and said, "How was it?" "Would have been better if I got my dick out of my fly, but you wouldn't move your foot!" Frankie said in between breaths. Now it was my turn to look shocked. Frankie saw my reaction and smiled at me with his mischievous smile as I looked at him quizzically. "I know that was your way of `getting back at me,' but I don't think it worked out the way you planned," Frankie teased as he continued to mock me. "What are you talking about, you couldn't place your order!" I said in disbelief. "So, I enjoyed it, and I know you wanted me to get embarrassed, but I don't care!" Frankie laughed. Fuck him for being so confident! I wanted to get back at him, instead I just made him shoot his load and he couldn't be happier! Well, maybe later I'll try again. "When the fuck did you guys start getting down and dirty with each other?" I asked as I looked back and forth between the blond and the brunette. They both smiled and I watched as Rich reached down and adjusted himself. He was wearing some tattered jeans, like Frankie and I were, and an orange t-shirt that made him look nice and tan. His green boxers were sticking out slightly from his jeans and bunching up as he continued to play with himself as he watched me fuck him with my eyes. "I don't know, like a year now?" Frankie answered, "We just accidently did it when we were arguing and got in a wrestling slash verbal fight. And before we knew it, my hand was on his dick!" I laughed hysterically at the way Frankie told the story and my laughter caused Rich to burst out laughing too. "Sounds like fun," I said as I continued laughing. We continued talking about random shit that was happening after we got off the topic of sex and dicks and soon enough our food was brought out and I had my hands around my crispy chicken wrap. It was pretty good, hit the spot nicely. I chowed down on my wrap as Frankie and Rich tore in to their food. I went to town on that wrap, quickly downing half of it before the two of them finished a quarter of their meal. "Fuck, I dropped my fork," Frankie said as he bent down under the table to retrieve it. "Leave it, they'll bring you a new one," Rich said as he took another bite of his burger. "No, pick it up, why make their job harder?" I said in defense of the bus boys and the waitresses that worked here. I have worked at four restaurants and I hated when customers left a mess even though I always left `concoctions' on the table when I was younger, which often consisted of a drink filled with ketchup, salt, pepper, random shit, more crap, excess food, napkins, and more crap, just to piss off the waiters. "I know, I'm picking it up, it just fell under the table," Frankie said from under the table. I continued eating my food and drinking my water until I felt a hand on my hemp belt, unbuckling the buckle and unzipping my jeans! I threw my hands down to my crotch to slap away the intruding hands that I assumed belong to Frankie as I dropped my wrap back onto my plate. Rich looked at my crotch and saw Frankie trying desperately to open my pants and free my growing dick. "Jesus, what the fuck!" I gasped as I struggled to keep Frankie's hands off of my cock. I guess Rich thought it would be a good idea for him to help so he grabbed my hands! The little fucker wasn't helping me, he was helping Frankie! "No, please, Rich, please stop," I pleaded to the giggling blond to my left. He didn't heed my cries for help, instead he began poking my ribs, distracting me and forcing me to take my hands away from the fingers that were fiddling with my belt buckle and zipper! I was being double teamed by two kids younger then me, and my dick was hard as the Einstein's theory of relativity! Frankie managed to get my zipper all the way down and my belt unbuckled with my button barley holding my jeans together. Rich threw a hand down into my crotch and got my button undone and then went back to distracting me by poking and probing my sides. I noticed a waiter walking down our aisle and I quickly grabbed Rich and put him in a headlock giving him an noogie as I smiled to the waiter, trying to act as natural as possible in the current situation. Rich was laughing hysterically now and was gasping for air as Frankie got my pants down around my knees and was rubbing his hand around my hard dick, not yet tugging it, just teasing it. I tried to pull my pants back up but Rich slapped my hands away and grabbed my wrist, preventing me from doing anything. I was far stronger then him, but I just let them have their way with me since they got this far already. Rich pulled my hands up and away from my lap and placed them on my plate, indicating for me to eat my food as he smiled gleefully. I looked in his lap and could make out the outline of his hard dick, which seemed to be the size of Frankie, if not a little smaller, but I couldn't be sure. He reached down and adjusted himself then went back to eating his burger, acting as if nothing was taking place under the table. I don't know how people didn't notice us! It was two in the afternoon, a little after the usual lunch rush, and we were in a secluded area, but still, it was a miracle! "AHH!" I gasped as Frankie used his finger to play with my piss slit and tease my dick some more. I was leaking a lot now and he was just rubbing my pre cum into my briefs, only making me harder and hornier. I started panting and I think Frankie got the hint and just grabbed the length of my whole dick, which was running down the side of my leg and just slowly jacked me off in a steady rhythm. I was panting and moaning as I bit my lower lip and focused on the attention Frankie was giving my dick head. He reached a hand up and cupped my sac, which was sweating and in dire need of some loving. He rubbed my balls around in his hand before he went back to work on my dick head, putting me closer to the point of no return. Rich then decided now would be a good time to grab my hand on place it on his crotch! I had no idea this lunch would be such a grope-fest! I wonder if the `lunch special' will be cum served on a little brown haired boy's face, because I was ready to blow! Rich indicated for me to grab his hard dick, which was running down his pant leg, by placing his hand on top of mine and rubbing up and down. I did what he wanted and I started jacking him off as Frankie continued jacking me off. "Oh god, yes!" Rich gasped as I played with his hard too and tickled his sac as much as I could. I was getting really close to cumming now, and I think Frankie knew it. He sped up his pace on my dick and just focused all his attention on my head as he teased and played with my piss slit and underside of my dick head, or at least as much of it as he could given the fact that my dick was still hidden by my briefs, which were soaked with my pre cum. I gasped one more time before I flooded my briefs with my cum. "AHH!" I cried as I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep from screaming out in the restaurant. I felt Frankie's mouth close around my dick in an attempt to suck the juices out of the material and into his eager mouth. I shot another couple of times into my briefs as Frankie continued to milk the material for all he could get. I closed my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. Finally Frankie came back up, holding his fork and smiling from ear to ear. "Got my fork," he said, which of course caused all of us to burst out laughing. He had some cum on his face that he quickly licked clean as he flashed me another smile. I had forgotten about the dick that was in my hand and Rich reminded me by pressing down firmly on my hand with his own. I apologized and went back to jacking him off through the restricting material of his jeans. I guess he didn't want to be left out, after all, both Frankie and I had creamed in our own underwear already! I took my hand away briefly to pull my pants back up and buckle my belt and zip up before I went back to tugging on his hard tool. It didn't take long for him to get off and with a few more tugs, his hot, hard tool shot into his jeans, soaking into the material and getting on my hands a little. I brought my hand to my mouth subconsciously and licked my hand clean before I realized what I was doing. Rich looked at me and panted and closed his eyes. "Thanks, need that," he said when he came back down from cloud nine. "No problem," I said, as I picked up my now cold crispy chicken wrap. We all ate the rest of our meal in silence as we glanced back and forth at each other, smiling from ear to ear because we knew this was the start of something big. Just them my cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I reached in to retrieve it. Shit, it was already 3 o-clock, we had been there for an hour! I looked at the caller id and it read `Chris.' He probably just wants to blaze in the mountains again like we do every Sunday before doing our homework and preparing for the dreary Monday that started the school week. "Hello?" I said as I flipped the phone open. "Yo man, what you doing?" Chris responded. "Just getting some lunch, what about you?" I asked, leaving out the fact that I was still with Frankie. "Oh, I am about to go for a cruise through the mountains with Dave if you wanna join, what you thinking?" "Yeah, sure, but how bout we do it in an hour or so?" I asked as I put the last piece of my wrap into my mouth. He agreed and I told him I'd see him soon and hung up. "Frankie," I said as I put my phone back in my pocket, "are your parents back yet, but I think my mom is going to home around four and I wanna blaze and then do homework, so is it cool if I drop you off in an hour?" Frankie gave me a sad look that melted me, but he smiled and said, "Yeah, sure, I still got a lot of work to do." Then he turned to Rich and said, "You wanna work on that Chem project we gotta do?" "Yeah, sure, might as well get some of it done," Rich replied as we cleaned up and asked for the check. The waitress brought back our check after clearing our plates and I opened the book to see how big the bill was. Thirty-five bucks, sounds reasonable. We all chipped in and I threw another seven bucks in for a tip. We left the table in a strange manner because we were trying to cover up the wet spots that were on the front of our pants and pretty noticeable. We got to the car and I turned the key to the ignition and tore out of the parking lot to drop Frankie and Richard off at Frankie's house. On the drive over Rich insisted that we listen to some more of that z100 crap. I didn't mind, I found a new playmate, he can have his z100 if I can have his body and hopefully his mouth, maybe? I got to Frankie's house five minutes later and said peace to them. I would have wanted a more private way to say good-bye to Frankie, but oh well. "See you guys tomorrow, bright and early!" I said as I reminded them of school tomorrow at 7 in the morning. The waved good-bye and I took off to go home and change before I go smoke with my buds. I pulled into my driveway thirty seconds later and rushed inside to shuck off my grimy briefs and pull on some clean ones and a fresh pair of jeans before I texted Chris telling him I was ready. They swung by about a half our later and we rolled a big blunt and took off towards the mountains that were littered with crazy switchbacks and hairpin turns and drop offs. We blazed and listened to trippy music as I reminisced about my days activities and thought of the new possibilities that were now just ahead of me.