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I awaken to the brightening dawn, delighted to find Benny still spooned up tight to my back. His morning wood pokes against my butt cheek but I can tell by his breathing that he is still asleep. I momentarily consider trying to get it into me without waking him but I know it'll never work. There's no lube handy and while I might be able to manage it with spit I'm still a tiny bit sore from the stretching Jimmy gave me, so instead I just snuggle back against him and luxuriate in the feel of my deliciously smooth boyfriend.
Soon my bladder forces me to move and I somehow separate myself from Benny without waking him up. I grab my shorts and climb down, and just as I slide them on Carl steps out of Charlie's bedroom and softly closes the door behind him. Apparently Ricky is still asleep too.
"Good morning," I whisper with a smile. A naughty grin spreads across Carl's face.
"Are you going out to pee?" he quietly asks.
I nod and he opens the cabin door, gesturing me to follow. We head toward the outhouses and Carl giggles.
"We did it, Marty!" he exclaims quietly. "We butt fucked!"
"Wow, Carl," I say. "You sound like you liked it, so that's cool."
"Yeah, man!" he says as we pass the outhouses and continue on to Nature's urinals. "I did it to Ricky first and it felt amazing, and then he did it to me and it felt even better! Of course we both have little ones so it didn't hurt very much."
"I'm glad for you guys, Carl," I say. To my surprise he stops at the same tree as me and pulls out the "little one" in question, which gushes piss like a fire hose.
"Actually Ricky did it to me twice, once last night and then again when we woke up. I guess that's why he fell back asleep."
I aim well away from him and let my own stream go.
"Does this mean we have three sets of boyfriends in our cabin?" I ask with a smile, but Carl returns a hesitant look.
"I really like Ricky," he says, "but not like a boyfriend I don't think. It's real fun messing around with him but I think I wanna mess around with lots of boys." He glances nervously behind us in case anybody might be coming and says, "I blew like 3 other kids this week and 2 of them blew me back. I can't wait to get home and start blowing my friends, too."
"That's fine, Carl," I say. "I blow lots of guys all the time, and do more than that with some of them. Benny knows all about it and he loves me anyway."
Carl smiles and says, "You guys are great together, and so are Timmy and Donny. Me and Ricky are real happy for you."
"Thanks, man," I say as we both shake off our drips and head back to the cabin.
After breakfast we have canoeing for the last time of the summer. Benny and I get a knowing smile from David but otherwise he treats us exactly as he always has. In a few minutes I'm gliding across the water with Izzy once more but now I'm in the stern powering and guiding the canoe. I steer us away from the pack and softly speak for Izzy's ears only.
"So you and Keith really hit it off, huh?"
"Yeah, we sure did!" he says, forcing his voice quiet. "Thanks so much for hooking us up, Marty. You're the best friend ever!"
"You're welcome," I say. "You're both nice kids and I knew you'd fit together super good, 'cause you like 'em younger and he likes 'em older."
"He's just perfect for me," Izzy says, "and not just his body. I really like him too."
"Yeah," I say tentatively, "about that. This is none of my business and you can tell me to butt out, but I feel like it's too important not to say. He'll be 13 when you meet up again next summer. What if he gets his hair by then?"
Izzy says nothing for a few strokes of the paddle.
"Not everyone does at that age," he says, but his tone sounds more like he's convincing himself and not me.
"Yeah, but most do, right?"
"Yeah," he says resignedly. "I guess I just have to hope he doesn't."
"He's a nice boy," I say. "I don't want him to get hurt."
"I don't either," Izzy says a bit plaintively. "I told you I really like him!"
"I know, Izzy," I say. "I know you'd never hurt anybody on purpose, but you might hurt Keith by accident. I think you need to tell him now how you feel about hair, so he can be ready for it."
Izzy's back straightens and he paddles harder.
"What you said before was exactly right Marty," he says. "It's none of your fucking business!"
We paddle in silence for a really long time while Izzy sulks. Finally as we're heading back to the launch he softly says, "I'm sorry, Marty. I know you're just looking out for Keith. I'm taking him out to the island after dinner for some private time and I'll talk to him then."
I watch proudly as Benny trots out to second base for the start of the big softball game with the 12s and 13s. We young-uns are the home team so we will get last bats, which I guess is some kind of advantage but I'm not sure why. Next to me on the bench Timmy beams equally proudly as he watches Donny's magnificent eleven-year-old physique heading for center field.
"You look happy, Timmy," I observe. "No more worries about Shawn?"
"Nah," he says. "Not after last night. Besides, Shawn likes girls. He told Donny just now about some girl he's hot for back home."
"See?" I say. "I told you it was just a ballplayer thing with them."
"Yeah," he says, "but Donny likes playing with my balls better."
The first batter for the older kids steps to the plate and he isn't intimidating at all. He's not a hell of a lot bigger than I am and when he whiffs his first swing and exclaims, "Dang!" his voice is high and unchanged. He does finally make contact but it's a routine grounder to short and he is thrown out easily.
I could have made that play, I silently grumble from my place on the bench, but even I recognize that Alan from cabin 15 is the better starting shortstop. He's a better hitter than me, too, so I decide to root for him after all. I want my Benny to be on the winning team even if I can't be out there with him.
The second batter is a tall lefty who launches a fly ball to right-center, which Donny tracks down without breaking a sweat. Two-down and our guys are making it look easy.
The third batter is bigger yet and in a breaking, pubescent voice calls out to Vinnie, our pitcher, "Give me something to hit, little boy!"
It's slow-pitch softball so there isn't much a pitcher can do except move the pitches around the plate. Vinnie pitches one a little inside and another a little outside, but with two balls and no strikes he has to put one over and the kid slaps a solid single into left field. Now there's a man on first with two outs.
The clean-up hitter comes to the plate and he's a big fucker. He can't be fourteen yet so I'm gonna guess he's thirteen years and 364 days old. He's almost as big as Izzy and — being me — I can't help wondering how big his cock is.
Lead-offs are not allowed and there's no stealing, but you can run on the pitch. Of course if you do and the batter doesn't hit the ball you have to get back to first or you can be thrown out. The long-legged kid on first has his foot on the bag like a sprinter in the blocks and I'm sure he's going to take off.
Vinnie puts one across the inside of the plate and sure enough the runner goes. The big-ass batter takes a mighty swing but tips it foul and Mr. Long-legs has to trot back to first. The second pitch is a virtual rerun, except the foul ball is fairly solidly hit outside the third base line.
Vinnie places the third pitch over the outside corner and as everyone expects the big guy swings and the runner rabbits toward second. It's to the right of the mound, a hot grounder heading between Benny and the second base bag, virtually the same location as the screaming liner Benny fielded in practice to so much acclaim.
My boyfriend dives at it just like before, landing chest-first in the dirt but stopping the ball dead. Still on his stomach Benny flips the ball toward second where shortstop Alan is covering and the runner is forced out by several steps, ending the inning. Our bench and the small crowd that has come to witness our expected humiliation erupt in cheers, and once again my boyfriend is a hero!
My heart fills with pride as Benny dusts off and accepts the back-slaps of his teammates. I beam a big smile at Alan, too, because I sincerely doubt I would have reacted quickly enough to cover second that way if I had been out there. Alan sends back a really cute smile and I think I detect a meaningful glimmer in his eyes.
There's only a day and a half of camp left but I think I might have one more boy to play with before I go home!
Our half of the inning goes equally well, Benny and Donny both getting hits in a three-run rally that really puts the bigger boys back on their heels. I can see it dawn on them too late that they didn't take us seriously enough, and simply being older and bigger does not guarantee them the win. They come back a little bit, but our guys continue to play brilliantly.
Benny has no more hero moments but Donny and Shawn each have a few, including a rally-busting throw-out at home plate by Donny on a short single to center with a runner who really should have stopped at third. This breaks their spirit once and for all and after allowing us one more run in the bottom of the sixth they limp through their final at-bats three-up three-down. The little-uns decisively beat the big-uns 7 to 3!
While most of the losers slink off to lick their wounds the big huge clean-up hitter strides straight across the field right at my Benny.
"You!" he shouts, and Benny spins around to face him, face full of fear. "You robbed me in the first inning! You messed up my whole game!"
My heart jumps into my throat and I have an impulse to leap between him and Benny, though I imagine the outcome of that would involve rushing me to the hospital. The kid extends a hand toward Benny and I open my mouth to shout when I realize that he is grinning and the hand he extends is to shake.
"Great play, kid!" he says, vigorously pumping Benny's much smaller hand. "I want you on my team next time!" He turns to Donny and Shawn, who had both been rushing to Benny's aid. "You guys too," the big kid says. "When they said All-Stars they weren't kiddin'!"
Benny and I are in the shower house stripping down. Benny is filthy from the game, and while I didn't play I'm here already so I might as well take a shower too.
It's always fun being wet and naked with my Benny.
There usually isn't anyone here before dinner but today there are a few players from each team. I recognize the little guy who led off the game for the big-uns and his nude body is as small and undeveloped as any of us 10s and 11s. He must be a really good player to be in the starting lineup, though you wouldn't know it by today's performance. He's no beauty but cute enough with dark brown hair and big brown eyes, and though his junk is fairly miniature I wouldn't kick him out of bed.
I'm surprised to realize that the kid at the shower next to him is Mr. Long-legs, the base runner Benny forced out with his stellar play. He looks very different in the nude, almost unrecognizable with his skeletal thinness and loose-hanging, lightly hairy genitals. He doesn't appeal to me at all despite a cute face and really terrific sky-blue eyes.
The door opens and in walks Alan, the talented shortstop with the glimmering, smiling eyes. He walks straight over to us with a huge grin.
"Hey, there they are!" he calls out, unmistakably glancing down to check us out. "Hi Benny! And this must be the famous Marty."
"Famous?" I reply, making sure he gets a good look at what he's interested in.
"Yeah, I've heard a lot about you," Alan says, "and Benny too."
"You heard good things I hope," Benny says, and I recognize his flirtatious tone.
"Oh yeah! My friends Nicky and Brent think you guys are awesome."
There's no longer any question whether Alan "plays for our team" or not.
"They're pretty cool guys too," I say.
Alan peels off his t-shirt and hangs it on a hook. "What do you say we get nice and clean and take a little walk before dinner? Like maybe over to the storage shed."
"Sounds like a plan," I say with a grin as Benny and I watch him slip out of his shorts and undies. Alan is taller than both of us and for some reason I get the idea he's slightly older than Benny's eleven and a half, though he remains pristine and hairless with a cut, young boy's dick and tight balls. He sees me looking and his trademark gleam comes back into his eyes.
"Get a good look from the back," he whispers and turns to walk into the showers.
His butt is glorious, round and tight and unblemished. His tan ends at the waistline and resumes high up on his legs, the swimsuit area remaining pinkish-white and lovely. Alan has a beautiful body and I absently lick my lips.
"Steady, Marty," Benny whispers. "Let's not be poppin' any boners in the shower house!"
When we're alone on the trail that goes to the storage shed Benny softly asks Alan, "So what are you into? What do you like to do?"
"Mouth stuff," he says without embarrassment. "I'll lick and suck whatever you want for as long as you want!" Then he turns to me and says, "I guess you and I have that in common."
I smile and say, "I've sucked a few, yeah."
"Marty's the king of sucking!" Benny proudly says.
"I don't know about that," Alan says, teasing. "I sucked three dicks during the Welcome Bonfire the very first night!"
"Whoa!" Benny exclaims with a grin. "How did that happen?"
"I met this kid Mark who had a certain look in his eyes and I just knew he did stuff, so I took him off in the woods and sucked him. Then when we came back he whispered to his friend Kelly and he came over and asked me, 'Really?' and I said, 'Sure,' so I took him right to the same spot in the woods and sucked him too. Then this other kid Teddy came up and said he saw me take two boys off into the woods and bring them back smiling and he wanted to smile too!"
"That's pretty good," I say, "but I sucked Benny the very first afternoon, before the Welcome Bonfire!"
Alan's mouth opens and Benny nods his head in confirmation.
Alan says, "No way! You must have known each other before camp."
"Nope," Benny says. "We met in the parking lot when my folks were dropping me off."
Benny slaps the storage shed door and it pops open. He steps in and flips on the light.
"OK," Alan says with open admiration. "You get the prize for fast working, Marty, but I get the prize for numbers!"
"Not so fast, Alan," I say with a teasing smile while Benny secures the door. "Have you sucked over one hundred times? Because I have."
Alan waves his hand dismissively. "That's nothin'," he says. "I've done about 500!"
Alan chuckles as we arrive at the mattresses. "A hundred times!" he giggles. "It's fun to joke about but how many times do you really think? For real, I mean."
Benny takes Alan by both hands and faces him solemnly. "For real. One hundred times."
"That was before camp," I say. "By now it's a hundred-twenty or so."
"I'll tell you the story while we're getting naked," Benny says, and sits down to take off his shoes. Alan eagerly follows and I toe mine off standing while Benny launches into the history of my short gay life. He gets it mostly right but I have to throw in a few corrections here and there. The whole time Benny's tone of voice is full-on proud, which surprises me because he's the one who disapproved of me sucking off every Tom, Dick and Harry, especially for money. Now he's bragging about it.
"Wow!" Alan says, blowing out his breath. "You must have really wanted to come to camp!"
"I did," I say, "and that was before I even knew there would be sex!"
"I knew," Alan says. "That's why I came here. My friend Nelson came last year and he got sucked a lot. He doesn't really like to do it, though, just get it done to him. I told him that was OK and I've been sucking him for a whole year now."
"That's how it is with my best friend Jerry," I say. "He never does it back but it's OK. I love doing it to him!"
"Is Nelson here too?" Benny asks.
"No," Alan says in small dismay. "He's on vacation with his family in like Austria or Australia or something. They have family there."
"Too bad," I comiserate, but Alan waves it off. I guess he's having plenty of fun, and Nelson will get his dick sucked plenty when they're both back home.
"OK then," Alan challenges with a smile, "what's the most you've done in one day?"
"Nine," I say, then remember and add, "ten really, because I owed Jerry one for bringing me nine customers."
"Ha! Got you!" Alan crows. "I did twelve in one night once. This kid Jeffrey had a sleepover for his birthday and he invited five boys plus me. I sucked all six of them right in a row, and then when I got back to Jeffrey I did him again because it was his birthday. But the next kid in line wanted it again too so I went all the way around the circle a second time! Twelve blowjobs in one night!"
Benny and I both laugh and clap our hands in admiration. I decide to keep the teasing going though.
"Wait a minute, I don't think that counts. There were only six boys there. I blew ten different boys!"
"That doesn't matter!" Alan insists. "It's still twelve blowjobs."
"I've gotta go with Alan on this one," Benny says, like he's the judge or something. "Twelve is twelve."
"OK, you win," I say with a grin, "and here's your prize!"
I duck my head between Alan's slim thighs and take his stiff three inches in one gulp. It's a lovely, bone-hard pecker, virtually identical in length and girth to mine and Benny's. My chin touches his gossamer soft ball sack, rounded and tight and offering only the slightest hint of the size and shape of its contents. I begin to work him in my patented, sure-fire way and he sighs in appreciation.
"Boy, you know how to do it all right, Marty!" Alan gasps. "This feels amazing!"
"Yeah, man," Benny agrees. "Marty gave me my very first one and now I'm addicted for life! I've had 'em from five or six other boys too but Marty's still the best!"
Alan scrunches his eyes closed and opens his mouth as a particularly strong jolt of pleasure rockets through him. "Oh fuck," he gasps. "You're not kiddin'! Oh man!"
"Watching is almost as much fun," Benny says, stroking himself rapidly.
I'm having fun playing with Alan, bringing him to a fever pitch and then backing off. I can tell he knows what I'm doing and appreciates it. As if reading my mind his hands come to the back of my head and his fingers start teasing through my hair.
"Shit you play my dick like a clarinet!" he cries, his long legs tensing and his stomach tight. "I'm so close, Marty! Keep me right here. Right here!"
I feather and flick his cockhead as he pulses and quivers, a millisecond from boiling over. I hold him there for a full minute, enjoying his bright red face contorting into eleven different grimaces of exquisite torture. In my peripheral vision I see Benny shake and shudder as he brings himself off.
Alan's had all he can take. I give him one more deep plunge and send him over the top.
"Uhhhhh! Uh! Uh!" he cries so loudly I worry that somebody outside might hear him. He bucks and thrusts between my lips, my head in a vise-grip, cumming hard and straining over and over to shoot the cream that isn't there. I ride the bucking bronco all the way to the end and Alan falls back, spent.
"Whew!" Alan gasps. "Man! You are the king of sucking!"
"Told ya," Benny says, pretending to look smug about it but there's kindness in his blue-gray eyes.
"You like to use your mouth, right Alan?" I ask, crawling up to lay right on top of him. My rigid cock slides up alongside his and I hump its head provocatively across his silky pubic triangle. With my face inches from his I say, "So you like to kiss then? That's a real fun mouth thing."
Alan doesn't answer, just purses his lips by way of invitation. Our mouths meet eagerly and our tongues intertwine as if we'd done it a hundred times. After a minute I break away and say, "C'mon Benny! Three-way kiss."
My boyfriend crawls over and noses his face in with ours and immediately we are kissing him too, switching back and forth among us in random joy. It's a bit awkward, and in fact I click teeth with Alan once when we both choose the same moment to aggressively lunge for the other, but it doesn't really hurt and we giggle about it.
Benny snuggles in and we are all intertwined until we hardly know whose arms, legs and cocks are whose. The kissing winds down to giggles and pecks as we lie together in comfortable familiarity.
"This is nice, you guys," I say.
"Yeah, but what about you, Marty?" Benny asks. "You haven't had a cum yet."
"I'm OK," I say with a smile. "I'm havin' fun."
"Don't worry," Alan says. "I won't let you go to dinner all horny and frustrated."
"I didn't think you would," I say, looking into his bright brown eyes. Then I remember something and ask, "Hey what was that about a clarinet?"
Alan giggles. "I play the clarinet in the school band," he says. "Whenever I'm holding it to my lips and tonguing the reed I think about how much it's like giving a blowjob."
"Boy," Benny remarks, grinning. "That would be one long, black dick wouldn't it?"
"Yeah," I say with a laugh. "I never sucked a black kid yet. I wonder if it tastes different?"
Alan looks at me like I said something stupid. "Not really," he says. "It's just the same."
"You got to suck a black kid?" I ask. "Cool!"
"Three of 'em, actually," Alan says. "And it was cool. One of them had a real long skinny dick but not near as long as my clarinet."
I laugh and am reminded of one story Benny left out of his summary. "Real long and skinny is perfect for the butt," I say. "The first kid who ever fucked my butt was my friend Richard. He's only nine and he's white but his dick is nice and long and really skinny, so it fit up me pretty easy."
"I don't do that," Alan says. "My friend Kyle let his big cousin do it once and he said it hurt worse than anything! I decided right then that my butt is off limits. Except for licking. Gettin' my butt licked feels fantastic!"
"I know, man!" Benny pipes in. "I thought it was the grossest thing ever until I got it done to me. Now I give it and take it both!"
"Did you ever do Around the World?" I ask Alan.
"What's that?"
"That's where you spend a real long time licking and sucking every single inch of the other boy, including the butthole. I like to do the butthole second to last, just before sucking his dick. If I did it right the boy is so turned on by then that he cums in about three sucks."
"Marty and our friend Izzy did it to me last week," Benny offers, "and I came real hard as soon as I got my dick in Izzy's mouth!"
"You both did it together?" Alan asks me, and I see that he's trying to picture it.
"Yeah. If Benny has two of something we each licked one, like his balls and his armpits and his nipples."
"I have a friend who loves it when I suck his nipples," Alan says. "It really gets him going. He's the kind of kid who can't decide what he wants, you know? Sometimes he's horny as hell and other times he acts all guilty and says he never wants to do it again. It's too confusing, so now I figured out a way to see if he's in a sexy mood or a guilty mood. I come up behind him and reach around and play with his nipples. If he lets me do it I know he's in the mood and in about ten seconds we'll be messin' around. If he pushes my hands away then I might as well give up because he's not going to do it that day."
"I guess some kids have a lot of trouble figuring out the gay thing," I say. "I didn't though. I liked being gay right from the start!"
"Me too," Alan says. "Sucking dicks is super fun, and making my friends feel so good is awesome!"
It seems like Alan and I understand each other perfectly. I'm just sorry he doesn't know how great a nice hard cock can feel inside your butt.
"I had a lot of trouble with being gay," Benny says, his expression troubled. "Everybody says it's wrong, you know? And people hate gay guys and beat them up and stuff. It just seems like it would be a lot easier to like girls, but I guess you don't really get to choose do you? I've seen naked girls twice but it just wasn't sexy to me like you guys are."
"You're real sexy to us too, Benny," I say, and get a loving smile in return.
"You know what's especially sexy to me?" Alan impishly asks. "Lots of boys together. Cute, naked, horny boys. Four, six... twenty!"
Benny laughs, his mood lightened, which I'm sure is what Alan was going for.
"You haven't really been with twenty boys at one time!"
"No," Alan admits, "just the six at Jeffrey's party. But I would! For sure!"
I shrug and say, "Yeah, I would too. Why not? Sounds like a great party!"
These words are no sooner out of my mouth than the idea hits me.
"That's it, you guys! Tomorrow is the last day of camp so we have to have a great big gay party! We'll get all the boys we've messed around with here at camp and have a big suck and fuck party!"
Benny's eyes narrow. "I don't know Marty," he says. "Mike told us we have to be secret and private with gay stuff. All those boys together at one time doesn't sound very secret!"
"It's the last day," I say. "Even if guys talk too much it'll be too late for the rumors to get around camp."
"It only takes one homo-hating fifteen-year-old to pound your face," Benny says, and I have to admit the image is disquieting.
"Yeah, I guess," I say, subdued. "So maybe we don't get every single gay boy in camp. What if we kept it to our closest, most trusted friends?"
"That's still a lot of dicks!" Alan says with a grin. "I can think of four boys I'd invite."
I quickly tally my camp encounters in my head: Benny, Chris, Eddie, Bobby, Donny, Ricky, Timmy, Izzy, Brent, Charlie, Jimmy and now Alan. There's Carl, Nicky and Keith too, though I didn't personally have sex with them. I was there when they did other boys though, so they count toward the total.
"Fifteen," I say, and both boys' eyes go wide in surprise.
"Fifteen!" Alan exclaims. "You've been with fifteen boys here at camp that you'd trust with the secret?"
"No, that's the total, twelve I've fooled around with plus three that I know did it with other kids. Some of them probably wouldn't come to such a big party so let's say about ten."
"Where would we have such a big party?" Benny asks, still skeptical.
"If we could get enough canoes I'd say the island, but I don't think we can," I say. "This store room isn't big enough, so I guess it would have to be the winter caretaker's cabin."
Alan isn't familiar with it so Benny and I run through the basics for him.
"That sounds good," Alan says, "except for there only being one bedroom with one queen-size bed. How are you gonna fit ten guys on that?"
"There's the whole rest of the cabin," I say. "There's a couch in the living room and a big rug in front of the fireplace. Two couples on the bed plus two more on the couch plus two guys on the rug and there's your ten!"
"I still don't know if we should do it," Benny says, "but just for grins what would be the guest list?"
"Well the three of us, obviously," I say. "We have to invite Chris and Eddie and Donny and Timmy. That's seven already."
"Eddie pretends he's not gay," Benny points out. "He won't come."
"OK then, six," I say. "Who else?"
"Brent and Nicky," Alan says. "Nicky'd be pissed if I had a big gay party and didn't invite him."
I laugh. "I think you're right about that. So that's eight."
"Carl and Ricky?" Benny asks.
"I think it might make Ricky self-conscious," I say. "Carl is a possibility though."
"So that's eight, maybe nine," Benny says. "Who are your other two, Alan?"
"There's these two really cool guys called Jimmy and Keith."
"We know them!" I exclaim happily. "The four of us fooled around just yesterday!"
"Cool," Alan says. "I know a lot of other boys who fool around but those four are really my friends."
"If all of those came it would be eleven," I say, "and we haven't even talked about Izzy and Charlie and Zane."
"I know Charlie and Zane," Alan says. "They're the two counselors from the softball team. They're gay?"
"Big time," Benny says. "They've been lovers since they came here to camp when they were ten!"
"Wow!" Alan marvels. "That's so cool."
"Yeah," I say, "but I don't think they'd risk their jobs to come to a party. They already party all night every couple of days!"
"Who's Izzy then?" Alan asks, and I tell him the whole story from blowing Izzy back home as part of my camp fundraising to him fucking the shit out of Keith out on the island.
"Think about it," Benny says. "It's the last night at camp and those two are all goo-goo over each other. I'll bet they go to the island by themselves and skip the party."
"Yeah, probably so," I say. "There's one more kid, my friend Bobby from Gresham. He's pretty shy about all this though, so I don't know if he'll come."
"Look, fuck it," Benny says. "Let's just invite 'em all and whoever comes comes."
"Oh," I say slyly, "if they come they'll cum!"
"OK," Alan says, "but this party isn't over yet, is it?"
"Hell no!" I say, splaying my legs wide open. "Bring those lips of yours over here and get busy!"
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