Date: Wed, 12 May 1999 19:29:27 -0700 From: David Subject: Paul's Plantation - Part 4 - young friends This story is a fantasy of mine. It involves boy/boy sex and love. If that is not your "thing", you should not even be in this archive. If you are under 18 you shouldn't be here, but enjoy it anyway. If you have comments please direct them to "dai@accesscom.com" Because of the complete breakdown of GayWeb Mail, I have received very little response to this story. If you have not received a reply from me, I did not receive your e-mail. For this I apologize. I did respond to those few who did get through to me. I would love to hear from anyone who is enjoying these ravings of a "Dirty Old Man." Please do write me at my primary address dai@accesscom.com Dedicated to Chance, Josh and Peter C. - you know who you are - thanks guys. Paul's Plantation by GTA Part 4 - Estate Happenings Trevor and I woke up about an hour later. We were still wrapped up in each others arms. He was the first to speak. Hugging me to him, he said that he hoped we could do that again very soon. When I told him that we could do it any time that he wished, he told me that he wanted to take me in his mouth next time. I told him that I would like that very much, but I didn't want him to feel that he had to. We lay there for another five minutes, with him telling me how much he had enjoyed it and pecking me on the lips. Feeling myself getting aroused again, and knowing that I really had to get going and visit with Nicky, I told him that I needed to get moving since I had an appointment in town that I just couldn't avoid. Thankfully, he did not question me about my appointment and did not complain about our having to leave. (author's note: For all of you that are probably going to ask, the difference between this Trevor and the one at Grandview could not have been anymore different. That one was an asshole and this one was an angel. I am so very glad that I did not let the fact that they both had the same name stop me from getting to know this sexy young male. I would not mind worshiping and pleasuring his beautiful body anytime.) I folded the blanket up and put it back in the niche in the rock, and both of us swam back to the beach, removing the dried up remains of our cum from our bodies. Having dressed and ridden back to the house on the ATV's, Trevor and I were driven back to his house. Before he went inside I asked him for his phone number. I told him that I was getting a cell-phone later that afternoon and would call him with my new number as soon as I had it so that he could contact me again. He gave it to me, and very softly told me 'thank you for a wonderful time'. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and scampered inside his house. I asked Darryl to see if he could find some place that I could pick up a cell-phone. "Since we could spend quite some time looking for such a place, even in a town this small, why don't we stop by Hiram's office and ask where they got theirs," he suggested. "Good idea," I said. So off we went. Entering his office, Mrs. Bascomb, his secretary looked up and saw Darryl and I. "Hi Paul, Darryl," she said, "Mr. Prescott is not in at the moment, is there anything that I can do to help?" "Actually," I said, "I guess you could answer my question just as easy as Hiram could. I would like to get a cell-phone and having noticed Hiram had one I thought perhaps he could recommend a place to get one." She said that was no problem and gave us the name of the company they used and also gave Darryl directions as to how to get there. She told me to be sure to use Hirams' name since it might help get me a good deal, or at least make it more likely that they would not give me any hassle in getting one. "Thanks, Mrs. Bascomb." "Paul, please call me Shirley," she said. "I appreciate the good manners but I have a feeling that we are going to become friends and also be in constant contact with each other. Hiram told me about the foundation that you want to set up. I would also like to say how proud I am in knowing you." I blushed deeply and looked at my foot which I was shuffling back and forth. "Thank you Shirley," I replied softly. I was so unused to receiving compliments, I really did not know how to handle it. When I looked up she had this big smile on her face. "Also, I am very glad to let you know," she said, "that Hiram thinks he has a lead on finding Nickys' mother a new job." "That's fantastic," I cried. "Not only that, but Hirams threats to old 'suck-it' paid off. He is going to pay her next two weeks wages so that she can be home to stay with Nicky until he is completely recovered." All three of us had a good laugh at the use of the term 'suck-it'. She then told me that she really had a good laugh the first time Hiram had told her about my meeting with 'suck-it' in his office, and when he told her how I had pronounced his name instead of the French way with the silent 'T', she really cracked up. In fact, it seems that somehow the story had got around town and everyone was now using that name whenever they talked about him. "By the way," she said, "it seems that his son (that fat pig of a bully)has been sent out of state; some kind of boarding school or other." "Well," I said, "I hope that stops him picking on smaller and younger kids, but for some reason I doubt it. I really don't like being mean, but that is one person who I really hope gets some of his own medicine." She agreed with me, but then said that at least he won't be picking on them around here. I thanked her again, and Darryl and I made our way back to the car and drove to the cell-phone place. Before going through the door, Darryl reached into the glove compartment of the car and handed me the letter given me by Hiram. I was glad that he was with me because I had completely forgotten about it. We walked in and spent a few minutes looking at the different displays, while the salesman finished up with a customer. He was a little shook up when I told him I wanted 6 cell-phones. When I told him that Hiram had sent me and showed him the letter, the questioning look left his face. We took care of all the paper work and I had them activated. I then got him to show me how to put in the numbers of the other five cell-phones into 'fast dial' on mine. Of course he was a lot happier once he had run my credit card through and it had been approved. I then gave one to Darryl - he just looked at me as if asking me why he should happen to need one. I told him that he could not be with me twenty four hours a day and it was the best way to stay in touch with each other. I also stressed to him that he was free to use it to call anyone at anytime not to just wait for calls to me. I also got him to understand that 'call-waiting' had been activated so that even if he was talking to someone else, he would never miss a call from me. He then drove me over to Nickys'. I was a little apprehensive about seeing his mother again, but I really needn't have been. She welcomed me with open arms and spent the next ten minutes thanking me. She finally noticed that I was blushing and stopped. "Well, I should probably stop spouting off," she said. "Let me just thank you a final time and let you get in to see Nicky. Although he is taking a nap now, or was at least the last time I snuck a look at him, he had been asking for you all morning long. Why don't you invite your driver in - Darryl is his name isn't it? - and we can have a cup of coffee while you see Nicky." Yeah, she was babbling a bit, but after all the stress she had been through, I could understand it. I could see the relief in her face since I saw her last. I called Darryl in - telling him a whisper that she would probably talk his ear off - and he sat down with her in their kitchen. Leaving Sarah and Darryl to their coffee, I slowly opened the door to Nicky's room. He was laying on his side and his eyes were closed. Assuming he was still asleep, I softly walked over next to his bed and looked down at him. I just felt so glad inside that I could help him. I really hadn't noticed how so very good looking he was. I just really wanted to get to know him better. Not in a sexual way - at least not at that point in time. As I stood next to his bed, he opened his eyes. Once he had focused on me a big smile lit up his face. "Hi, buddy," I said. "Hi," he said shyly. I had noticed a chair underneath a cheap desk when I had first walked in the room. I pulled it over and sat down next to him. I took his hand in mine; he hung on tightly. "You really are here, aren't you?" he asked. I nodded. "I thought it was all a dream - a bad dream." "Well, I am not a dream, or at least if I am, I hope I am a good one," I said smiling. "You feeling ok?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, "except for the tightness of the tape around my chest." He pulled down the covers and showed me all the tape that had been wound around his body and also the dressing over the rip in his side. All he had on was his pajama bottoms. "Well, now you will be getting better real quick and you will soon be up and running around." He looked at my face again. He got this questioning look on his face. "Did you really mean it yesterday?" he asked very softly, almost like a whisper. "Did I really mean what?" I asked. "About being my friend?" he asked. He seemed to be almost afraid to ask me. Like I would just turn around and walk out and he would never see me again. "Yes," I said, "I really meant it. I want us to have fun together and do things together." I leant over and kissed him on the cheek. He put his arm around my neck and pulled me into a hug. He started to sob. It was enough to break my heart. He let go of my neck, but I was still holding his hand, and with tears streaming down his face, he just started rattling off. It was just like he had to unload all this crummy stuff inside him. About his father walking out on his mother and him. About his mother being so sick and his being scared that he was going to be left all alone. His inability to make friends because he was so shy. His being picked on by the older boys because he was small for his age and was so shy. By the downhill plunge of his grades in school the last two years and feeling he was stupid and dumb. He rattled on and on. What it boiled down to was that he had never had ANYTHING good happen in his life, especially for the last two years. I have to admit - by the time that his sobs began to slacken, tears were streaming down my cheeks also. I made myself a promise - I would do anything to help make this boy happy again. He looked at me again. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to make you so sad and to make you cry." Now, normally, it would have made me furious for someone to see me with tear tracks down my face, but in this case I didn't care. Here was someone who I could help. Someone that maybe I could help put a smile on his face that had been missing for so long. "That's ok, Nicky," I said. "That's what friends are for - both the good times and the bad. You have had your bad times and now the two of us are going to have your good times." I then gave him one of the cell-phones and told him that it was for him so that he could call me any time day or night. I showed him how to operate it to be put through straight to me and that it would be our own private communications system. He gave a big grin and tucked it under his pillow. He yawned. I took a Kleenex of the little table beside his bed, and dried his eyes and my own. He smiled and closed his eyes. He looked exhausted. I told him to go to sleep and that I would be back a little later. Still holding my hand he asked if I would stay with him until he fell asleep and I told him I would. He was sound asleep within five minutes. I gently removed my hand from his grip and tip-toed out of his room and gently closed the door. I went back to the kitchen and told Mrs. Daniels that Nicky was now sleeping. She asked if I would tell her what we had talked about, and I told her that it was boy stuff. She didn't push it, but I think she knew that it was more than that. When I asked her about Nicky's schoolwork, she looked a little shocked. I told her it was just one of those things we had talked about and was just curious. That we had talked about his not doing too good in school. She told me about his grades dropping the last couple of years. I could see she was not too happy to be talking about private family things. I then told her that I would be having home schooling with a private tutor and I would really love to have Nicky join me so that we could bring his grades up again. Once regular school opened again in September we could make arrangements for Nicky to either be picked up and returned home each day by Darryl or she could drop him off on her way to work. When she was hesitant about it, I told her that it was not going to be unsupervised, and just playing around. I mentioned that Richard was a fully accredited teacher and that we would also be under the watchful eye of Gladys my housekeeper who would see that we got a good lunch and whatever else we needed. And, besides, I told her - I would much rather there be someone else learning with me, than learning by myself. It would make it seem more like going to a regular school not being alone in a classroom. I told her all about one of the rooms in the house being set up as a classroom, and about my own problems with school and knowing somewhat how Nicky must feel. I finally convinced her that once things settled down for her and Nicky that she should get in contact with Richard and come to some kind of agreement. It was at this point that I think it finally sunk in for her and she asked if I really did live in that huge estate on the edge of town. I of course told her that I did. She then asked why my parents would not object to my having someone else being taught and cared for in their house. I then told her about my parents being killed and all that other stuff - of course leaving out the bad parts of the hospital and my being gay, but that it was me that had bought the estate and lived there alone except for Darryl, Gladys and Edith. She finally told me she would think about it, but she wasn't making any promises. I told her this was fine with me since we still had a good bit of time before regular school was back from summer vacation. I then asked for her permission to come back later that evening after dinner but before bed time and see Nicky. That not only did I want to see him again, but that I wanted to bring some games or some books that he could use while he was being kept to his bed. When I asked she said that he really loved to read and that he had just read the first book in the "Horatio Hornblower" series and had planned going to the public library to get the next one to read. I asked her if she would mind if I went and bought it so that I could give him a little present. She said no, she supposed not. Nicky had not really received any presents for some time since they could not really afford the extra expense, and since he didn't have any friends he had never really had any birthday parties or gifts. I then asked her when Nicky's birthday was and she told me that it was next month and that he would be thirteen. Yay, I thought to myself. He would be my age - because of his size I had thought he was younger than that. We did decide to plan for a good birthday party for him once she had got settled into a new job. She then thanked me for my help in trying to find new job and the other things that were happening. I could see the tears in her eyes. We then gently argued about what I did or did not get arranged for her and her son. The only thing that I could say to that was "Well, what else are friends for?" Darryl and I then said our good-byes and left, telling her that we would be back around 7 p.m.. Darryl then made me blush again when he said, "good show, kiddo." I didn't reply - mainly because I didn't know what to say. I was still very new to the idea of accepting compliments. I then asked him to see if he could find a bookstore so that we could pick up the new book for Nicky. We found one and went in. When I found that they had the complete series I thought about buying the whole lot. But then I thought that it might be a little too much, so I just bought the first two books. Although Sarah had told me he had already read the first book in the series, I thought that he might enjoy having it for his own collection. And the second of course he had not read yet. I could get the others later as he finished each one. I then signed them on the inside cover - To My Best Friend Nicky Hope You Enjoy Paul When Darryl and I got home, both Gladys and Edith were a little put out. Actually they were angry. I had been so busy I forgot to call and tell them what time I would be home for dinner. We both humbly made our apologies, saying of course that we would not let it happen again. I then gave both Gladys and Ethel their cell-phones telling them that it will make it easier to let them know what is going on. They finally cooled down and we sat down to dinner. I actually ate in the little dining room off the kitchen with them - I hated the idea of eating by myself in the formal dining room - and since I was beginning to think of them as my family, it was real nice to sit around eating with other people and talking. Darryl and I got back to Nicky's just before 7pm. Darryl again joined Sarah in the kitchen and I went through to Nicky. He was sitting up and just finishing his dinner when I walked in. "Hey, bro," I said and smiled. I placed the two wrapped books on the small table beside his bed. "Hey, bro," he managed to stumble out. He almost started to cry again, but managed to stop himself, with a couple of choked back sobs. "I've always wished that I had an older brother. Someone that could teach me things, help me and have fun with. Someone who I could just hang around with." "Well," I said, "Now you've got one. Although I am not really that much older than you, just a couple of months." "As far as I am concerned," he said, "you are." He finally managed to get a smile back on his face. "I have to stop that," he softly said. "Stop what?" I asked. He looked startled for a second. I don't think that he had realized that he had said it loud enough for me to hear him. "Breaking down and crying each time I see you. You're going to think that I am a crybaby before many more times." I decided to change the subject. "So how are ya feeling?" I asked. "Great," he said. "All except for the itching that is going on under this tape. It is driving me crazy." Laughing, I reached across and gently scratched him through the tape. A sound came from his throat that was almost like a cat purring. He moved closer to the edge of the bed, towards me. I sat down in the chair. As he moved the bedclothes slipped down his body, exposing his entire body above his knees. He was wearing shorty pajama bottoms - I have to admit they were very, very sexy on him. The opening in his bottoms was spread wide. While he had his eyes closed and I was scratching his chest and belly, I was eagerly staring at his soft little cock. I was so sorely tempted to just reach down and take it in my hot hand. Again I had found someone who was uncut. It was gently lying against his thigh and looked to be about two and a half inches long. He had just a few curly dark hairs appearing at its base. I quickly pulled the covers back over him. I was having a real hard time overcoming the temptation to touch him. I wanted him as a friend, not just someone I had sex with - if that happened later between us after we had really gotten to know each other, that would be fantastic - but now was not the time. I remained scratching his chest for a few more minutes. "Feeling better, kiddo?" I asked. "Yeah, lots," he answered. I took his hand in mine and started to rub the back of his with my thumb. He had such cool, soft skin. "Oh, I just remembered," I said, "here is a little present I bought for you." and reached across and picked up the package. "You bought me a present?" I could tell from his voice how surprised he was. How unexpected it was for someone to give him something. When he had opened it and saw what it was, tears again appeared in his eyes, but I could see that they were tears of happiness. A great lump appeared in my throat as I was thinking how such a little thing as a present of a couple of books could bring such a look of joy to someones face. I then told him that I knew he had read the first one, but this was so that he could have his very own collection to keep in his bookcase, instead of having to return them to the library. I realized that I was so emotional that I was just rattling on and on. And the look he got when he saw what I had written inside them, was worth the world to me. "As soon as you finish the next one," I said, "I will get the next one for you." He put his arm around my neck and pulled me close. He went to kiss me on the cheek, but at the last second I twisted my head and our lips met. He jerked in surprise, but did not pull away. It did not last for much more than ten seconds and it was just a gentle little kiss. He finally pulled back and his eyes were sparkling. We just sat there looking in each others eyes for the longest time. He yawned. He tried to stop himself, but he just could not stifle it. "I think you need to get to sleep, bro," I said. "The quicker you go to sleep now, the quicker I will be back in the morning to see you, and the quicker you will get well." I placed the back of my hand against his cheek, and he nuzzled into it. "You promise?" he asked. "Promise," I said. I leant forward again and gently kissed him on the lips, and as he stretched out in his bed and snuggled down I pulled the covers over him. I sat there holding his hand as he dropped off to sleep. My mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour. One thing that I was sure of; I was falling in love with this wonderful boy. I silently left the room after he had fallen asleep and gently closed the door behind me. I made my good-byes to Sarah and told her I would be back in the morning if that was alright with her. She gave her assent, and Darryl and I went home. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Over the next couple of weeks I saw Nicky just about every day. The day that the doctor removed the tape and checked his wound, Nicky, Darryl and I drove over to see how Simon was coming along. It was the first time that Nicky had been outside the apartment for several days, and he was hyper with anticipation to be on the move again. During the drive I suddenly realized that I was holding Nickys' hand, and that it felt completely natural to do so. The Arcade was closed of course while the dividing wall between the two stores was demolished and the whole place got a new coat of paint inside and out. There was a big banner on the front of the building reminding everyone who walked by to be sure to be present for the grand opening. Simon was standing out front. His whole appearance had changed. He was smooth shaven (instead of that three day growth of beard I had seen him in last), a new set of clothes and excited anticipation in his eyes. He welcomed us with open arms. "Well, partner," he said, "what do you think?" "It looks fantastic," I said. "And so do you, look fantastic that is. How long before we open?" "Another two weeks and we should be ready. I have the new machines on order and they will be here two days before it opens. Can I ask you something?" he said looking at me. "Sure." "Would you mind if we not charge anything the first day we are open? You know, give all the kids and other guests tokens to use on the machines." "I think it would be a great idea," I said. "It'll be good advertising." "That's what I thought," he said, "and if we can get the parents with their kids also, maybe they won't be so squeamish to let their kids come here." We made our good-byes and went back home. My home that is. In the last couple of weeks it had really started to feel like home for me. Even before all my trouble and my parents dying, the home that they had, had never felt like it was my home. I hope that makes sense to someone besides me. Hiram was working on setting up the foundation. I talked to him fairly regularly since he wanted my ideas as to what it should accomplish. I was still looking for a private secretary and I had made phone calls to some of the gay groups in the state to see what they had to offer. I certainly was not just sitting around dying of boredom. In fact things were just about to burst with activity. Trevor came over on his bike at the end of that two weeks and again we went out to the lake. However, we did not go to the island that day. We spent our time swimming and hurling ourselves from the rope. And yes, we had sex. Great sex. And the day was to end with the greatest and best sex of my life until that point. Trevor had gone down on me several times lately, so I knew that it was not one of those one-sided things. Although we cared for each other, and had had some great sex in the last couple of weeks, I don't think either one of us mistook it for "love" in the romantic sense. Yeah, we were friends - good friends, but we were not, and probably never would be lovers. I had just given him a fantastic blow job, (how do I know this - because he had told me that it was, silly) and after exchanging spit and his load between us for several minutes afterwards, we were laying on our backs, holding hands and just watching the small fleecy white clouds float overhead. I just knew that I was going to receive the same very shortly. Trevor had improved his technique each and every time that he had pleasured me. However, I was in for a real surprise this time. "Paul?" Trevor asked as he turned his head to look at me. "Yeah, babe." I answered. "Would you ... uh, would you .... uh, like you know, put it inside me?" I turned on my side to look at him. My face must have had a real look of amazement. Thoughts were also zipping around inside my head. Would I like to .... Would I like to .... WOULD I LIKE TO .... shit, yes I would like to fuck him. "Hey, babe," I said. "Are you sure that you want to do that?" "Yeah," he said, "I really want to know what it feels like. I have read all those stories on the Internet, and I really want to try." "You know.... you know," I stuttered, "it can hurt the first time." I was leaking pre-cum like you wouldn't believe. "I know," he said, "but I want my first time to be with someone who really likes me and will be gentle and take it slow. And I know that you care for me, not just for the sex." "I would love to be your first. But first we need to get you prepared. So I want to get you loosened up and lubed up before we try it." "Ok," he said, "what do you want me to do first?" "Well, turn over on your stomach and I will use a finger to lube you up and to get you loose." While he turned over, I went to our little cache box hidden at the base of the oak tree and got the tube of lubrication that we had brought out here to make those times we just jacked-off feel better. While I was gone he had also rolled up one of our large towels and placed it under his stomach. His cute butt was pointed heavenward and he had parted his legs. Taking some lube on my middle finger I gently found the outside of his hole and started rubbing the lube all around his entrance. I took more lube and slowly inserted the tip of my finger. I could feel him jump and see the wince on his face. "Try to relax those muscles down there, babe," I said. "Try pushing out while I push in." I tried pushing my finger in again, and I could feel him trying to relax his muscles. My finger went in to the first knuckle. I moved my finger in and out and also tried making a circle with it. More of my finger slid inside him. I moved it around for a few moments and took the finger out. I got more lube on it and went back in. My finger now went all the way. I was slowly finger fucking him. He was now moaning with pleasure. I took the finger out and getting even more lube I started to push two fingers inside him. He again winced as I pushed through his sphincter, but was soon taking both fingers with ease. I now found what must be his prostate. Having read about it and having a good idea that it could cause him to climax too early, I did not prod it often. I did not want this to be finished too soon. By this time my mind was set on one thing, and one thing only. I wanted to explode inside him. I added a third finger and was slowly getting to the point were those three fingers were coming almost completely out of him and almost completely inside him as far as I could go. Trevor was moving his ass around in circles and pushing back up towards my hand. He was definitely moaning and groaning in pleasure. I could tell that he loved it when I had all three fingers completely inside him. "I'm pretty sure that I am ready now," he quietly said between moans. I started to move up behind him. "No," he said, "I want it on my back so that I can watch you doing it and kiss you at the same time." I helped him turn over and he lifted his legs up towards his head. I got over him and lubed up my throbbing hard-on. It was harder than I could ever remember it being. Once I was in position he lowered his legs until they were on my shoulders. Looking down and doing a one handed push up, I positioned my cock at his entrance. I pushed forward until the tip was pushing at his hole. It did not want to go in. Trevor told me to push harder. I did and the head disappeared inside him. He gave an 'Ugh' and winced. I was about ready to back out but he placed a hand on my shoulder and just told me to stop for a minute. I did and his body slowly relaxed. "Ok," he said softly, "see if you can slowly put more inside me." I pushed and about another half inch went in. It was so tight and so hot. He pushed his ass up against me and another half inch or so entered him. I pulled back a little, waited for about five seconds and slowly pushed back in. Damn, but it felt good. I had about half of my cock inside him and he was pushing back and trying to get more. It felt like my foreskin had bonded with the walls inside and my cock was sliding against both. I was getting higher and higher. Reaching towards my climax. I gradually sank more of it in him. Just about the time that I felt my pubic region hit his ass I think my knob punched across his prostate. That had him leaking. His eyes were closed and he had this funny look on his face. "Oooohhhhh," he moaned. "That feels soooo good." I was in all the way. I stopped for a minute, not only to let him get used to having something completely inside him, but also to slow down (if I could) my own immanent explosion. I leaned forward even further and kissed him. He opened his mouth and took my tongue inside him. I was now inside both ends of his body. His tongue darted into my mouth and we swapped spit. I knew I could not last much longer, and his body was trembling also. I began to slowly pull out and push in. It was a fantastic feeling. His insides were just so hot and tight. I picked up a little speed. We were both so very close. Then it hit. Both of us at the same time. While I throbbed and spurted inside him, his cock bobbed and spurted all over our chests. It seemed to go on and on. I finally collapsed on his chest. His cum was squashed between our two bodies. We could hardly breathe, let alone say anything. A short while later my soft dick slid out of him and I rolled off to the side. We were both exhausted, sweaty and slickened with his cum. We just held hands. Finally, he was the first to speak. "Except for the first few seconds that was absolutely awesome." he said. "I am no longer a virgin since I just got fucked and I lost my cherry to my best friend." He laughed. A genuine and hearty laugh. He rolled over on his side and kissed me all over the face. "That was fabulous. That was fabulous," he kept saying. I almost couldn't stop myself from bursting out with laughter. He was acting as if I had given him a million dollars. He rolled back onto his back and we both lay there for a few moments just coming down from a fantastic high. We both moved at the same time and both said let's go wash off at the same time. We thought it was uproariously funny. We laughed and laughed. We took each others hand and walked down the beach and into the lake. Using just our hands we poured water over each other and washed off the drying cum. As we got out and dried ourselves off, Trevor said that he needed to get going, as he was going shopping with his mom in a while. I asked him if he really had to go right now and he said that although he really did not want to, his mother was expecting him. As soon as he was dressed we held each others hand and gave each other a couple of sloppy pecks on the lips. He then surprised me and gave a huge hug, jumped on his bike and rode away. He turned his head once and gave me a big wave, and was gone. I then went back to my towel and laid back down and stared up into sky. I've just had my first piece of ass, I thought. No ... No. Trevor is more than just a piece of ass. He is a real good friend, and I could not have felt this good if it was just sex. It was more than that. I liked Trevor a lot. I cared for him and I knew that he cared for me. My eyes closed and I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. "Why haven't you done those things with me?" this quiet voice asked. End of Part 4.