Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2003 10:04:53 +1100 (EST) From: james peters Subject: nineteen meets fifteen: part 4 the usual disclaimers; you need to be 18. ====== Nineteen meets Fifteen: part 4 THE CARDBOARD CUTOUT: So I returned to my house and room, disbelieving that what started off as a Saturday lawnmowing event, could develop into something like I had experienced. I immediately went to my desk and found a piece of parchment paper and drew Wayne's manhood. Upon estimating its length, I then measured it at 9 inches. I cut it out and immediately felt the need to relieve myself. Woke up some six times during the night and engaged in you-know-what as i throught of Wayne. Was pretty exhausted in the morning. It seemed forever before Wayne's mother left for her Sunday visit to her mother. I was over in a flash. Wayne was sitting in the lounge watching Diehard-II and I sat on the couch next to him. "Hi good to see you' said he. "yeah..you too!' I replied. My eyes darted from the TV screen to Wayne and back again...and he did likewise. Finally, he said: 'That was pretty hot yesterday!' 'Yeah..' I replied...you can say that again.' "What was hot for you? I asked, a little amazed that he had found it 'hot' After all, I was the one humiliated and overawed. "Well...I don't mean to embarass you...but it was when I lifted you up...and sucked you." "Yeah...that was hot...I was not expecting to be lifted up like that.' said I. "I hadn't planned to...but it was just too uncomfortable kneeling on the floor so I just stood up.' he replied. "What was hot for you? he asked. "Well...it's embarassing to say...but I guess you would know what it is anyway....(I looked around, then my eyes surveyed his entire body)...it's your huge dick...it is over twice my size...it's your manly face...compared to my smoothie...it's your hairy chest...compared to my hairless chest...it's every-thing." "Yeah...I know..." he replied..."for me it was doing it with an older guy who has .........a small dick...sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you!' "It's Ok' I assured him. By now, my hand was under his waistband and holding his thick manhood. "I can't get my fingers around your girth, yet you can wrap your hand around mine twice over." "let's go upstairs' he suggested.