Date: Thu, 03 Oct 2019 18:58:12 +0000
From: i1xxib+3fflyx8v8an44@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures | Part 34 | <G> <YF>

Robin's Adventures | Part 34 | "Back To School" | By K. Gespenst.

Deeply immersed in researching my biology report, I was about half-way
through my study hall, when I felt Mark's hand come to rest under on my
thigh. I'd worked hard to banish any lustful thoughts about the 8th grader
when he sat down next to me to do his Latin homework in the library. And as
his fingers delicately traced up the inseam of my grey school trousers, my
dick quickly swelled, and I gritted my teeth in frustration.

Pulling his hand away, I hissed in frustration, "Not now, Mark."

Quietly giggling, he whispered, "I can't wait until tonight."

I couldn't, either. It had been two weeks since he and I had made love. One
month into 9th grade at St. Joseph's Academy, I found my parents were
getting their money's worth when they pulled me from the San Diego County
public junior high, which had planned to make skip up to 10th grade. For a
small, late blooming kid who looked around 12, this would have been social
torture.

But with St. Joe's, I'd traded in one kind of pain for another. I was in
rigorous, advanced placement classes, with at least 5 hours of homework a
night, and often projects over the weekends. Needing as much sleep as
possible, I'd all but abandoned surfing at dawn, and mostly hit the waves
on the weekends. This was just as well, since the school required students
to join in competitive teams, rather than just do P.E. That meant they were
in a proper "soccer" league, and my lifelong skills from living in
Switzerland until 12 meant I could have tried out for varsity, if I were
average size for 14-year-old. But I was one of 3 center-forwards in J.V.s,
and practice was grueling. Then, after school, I had practice with the
rec-league swim team three days a week, or ballet two days a week. I was
exhausted by the time I'd get home to finish the homework I couldn't get
done in study halls. So Mark's hand was the one thing I wanted, but the
last thing I needed right then, to get my work done before our sleep-over.

I was glad Fridays were ballet. Mark and I were platform divers on the same
team, and I had to concentrate hard not to gaze on his wet, willowy, yet
muscular form, barely clad in the sleek black team speedo, making my
boyhood go madly rigid in my own lycra swim briefs. No, I would be focusing
on something other than his firm, round buttocks when I got to my dance
school, which was not the one Mark attended.

Though I'd taken up ballet to improve my diving, I was really getting into
it. My form was getting much better, and I was planning to be in the Fall
Recital, so it was a pretty challenging class. Changing back into my school
uniform, I could feel every muscle scream. And even though the four other
boys and I occasionally stumbled into each other in the tiny boys' dressing
room, I was too tired to feel anything erotic when our flesh, and briefs
and dance belts collided. From the giggles and erections, the other guys
did, nonetheless.

Painfully, I biked over to Mark's dance studio. His class got out later,
and so I took a seat and watched while my boyfriend practiced much more
advanced routines with a higher-level class. He was so naturally graceful,
he was gorgeous to behold on the dance floor. As my sweat cooled, I was
mesmerized by Mark's lithe artistry. He'd been dancing for years, and it
showed. What also showed was the white of his underpants, slightly glowing
through the grey of his tights. He'd obviously forgotten his dance belt,
and so his firm, grapefruit-like butt cheeks were less defined. Imagining
him pulling down those tights to get changed had me instantly hard, and so
I pulled out my algebra book. Math always worked on my boner like a
crucifix against a vampire.

My 17-year old sister arrived a little later and sat next to me to watch
the class. She'd been doing the grocery shopping and had the family station
wagon, so she'd agreed to pick us up.  When class finished, Mark smiled,
waved and jogged over. His jet black hair, cut like mine by school
regulation to half-way down his neck, dripped with sweat.

We briefly hugged. We weren't embarrassed about PDAs. But in the late 70s,
being an openly gay kid in a suburban town wasn't always a healthy choice.

"Hey Mark, I've got a bunch of groceries in the car," my sister said, "so
if you could get changed fast, it would be great."

"No problemo, Lori," Mark said. He whipped off his sopping wet t-shirt and
exposed his tightly defined torso. The waist of his tights were rolled
down, and the white edge of his underwear waistband peaked above. Just
gazing at his sweaty abs, and the hint of a V disappearing into his snug
covering inflated my poor dick yet again. Thankfully, he reached into his
backpack and pulled out his school white oxford shirt and threw it on. The
bottom hem fell below his buttocks, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then
he swapped out his slippers for school shoes, and we were on our way. Even
so, as we put our bikes in the station wagon's cargo section, his shirt
fluttered in a tempting way, and I couldn't help but remember the time he'd
worn a tutu to play the female lead in our little ballet film. At the end
of the shoot, I'd reached under the little pancake skirt to find his
throbbing boy-pole straining against his stretchy tights. I had to focus on
math problems, as Mark and I joined Lori in the front seat.

My little brother Chris was in the backyard pool with his buddy Pablo when
we got home.

"You boys reek," Lori commented. "Go shower."

We didn't need to be told. I couldn't wait to soap up Mark's firm little
bottom under a warm stream of water.  We ran upstairs to my room and threw
down our backpacks and kicked off our shoes. Then Mark shut the door.

"I don't think we're sweaty enough," he said, then bit his lower lip as he
stepped in front of me. Kissing me tenderly on the lips for a moment, Mark
slowly undid my white button-down shirt, and pulled it off me. Dropping to
his knees, he unbuckled my belt, undid my grey school trousers, letting
them slide off my skinny hips and down my slender legs. Gazing up at me
with his soft, feminine features, he smiled into my eyes, then at the
turgid limb pulsating up my sheer, red, French bikini briefs.

"You're wearing my favorite panties," he giggled. He'd already permanently
"borrowed" two pairs I'd gotten on a layover in Paris. They barely covered
my pelvic bone, and the triangles in front and back left little to the
imagination.

Mark kissed the cotton covered crown, then rested his cheek against my hard
on, pulling me by my ass into him.

"I've missed you so much," he sighed. Then, he kissed and down my rigid
length, making me moan and shiver. He loved to tease me, nibbling with his
lips, licking me through my little underpants, and he would have made me
cum then and there if I hadn't pulled him up. I ran one hand under his
shirt, caressing his smooth slender back, kissing him long and
passionately. His hardness pressed into mine, and I wanted it so badly.

Quickly, I unbuttoned Mark's shirt in a flash, pulling him out of it in a
frenzy. Then I gently pushed him onto the bed, and grinned at his
beautiful, willowy form. Soon, it'd be pulling those form-fitting tights
away from the firm muscles around which they clenched, revealing the thick
four inches that burrowed up toward the white waistband of his barely
hidden briefs. But first, I wanted to make out some more, and slid on top
of awaiting boyfriend. His hands were behind his head, revealing the small
muscular cords with his barren arm pits. While opening my mouth to Mark's,
so that our tongues could meet and dance, I ran my fingers up and down his
arms. Then I leaned over to inhale the rich aroma of his exertion, kissing
and licking the salty, sensitive skin. He giggled, then sighed, and then I
leaned over to wash his other pit.

Our pricks mashed together, and our hips were grinding slowly,
rhythmically, without control. We were kissing again, moaning into each
other's mouths. Then I nibbled on his ear lobe, and licked inside.

"Uhnnn," heaved Mark, "Stop. Too...good!"

We were humping harder, our cocks tortured and teased by layers of tight
cloth between.

Suddenly, Mark pounded up into me hard. "Nuuuh! Nooo!" he grunted. And he
pounded again and again, and then slumped beneath.

"Ohhhhh..dammit. I couldn't hold it," Mark whispered. "I haven't jerked off
in three days. I was saving it for you."

"Ssshhhh. There's more where that came from."

I rolled over and slid my hand along his damp crotch. He was still hard, as
I stroked him with two fingers. Then I got up to peel his tights off,
revealing his snow-white briefs. The center panel was soaked all the way to
the double red lines running around the waisband. He must have saved a lot
of sperm, because he usually didn't shoot that much. I lay back down beside
Mark, and gently laid my lips on his, while I cupped his balls in their
cotton basket. Then, I delicately massaged him, as he pulled the front of
my briefs down under my straining, hairless young scrotum.

Our tongues wrestled in mounting passion, as Mark clasped me lightly by the
stalk, delicately stroking me from my bald base, to my circumcised,
mushroom cap. Pulling away from my lips, he bent toward my quivering prong,
to lick it like a lollypop. Soon, it was all the way in his mouth, and he
used his fingers to caress and tickle my straining balls, as they pulled
against my body. I knew I wouldn't hold out long, so I repositioned on my
side toward his groin. I rubbed up and down his fully re-hardened member,
with the palm of my hand against the damp cloth stretched across his
cock. Peeling down the front of his briefs, hooking the waistband under
Mark's smooth, full bag, I set to tongue-cleaning the sheen of clear cum
drenching his hairless pubic mound. Then I began polishing his 13-year-old
boyhood.

It pulsed in my mouth, and Mark's moaning lips rippled around my dick, my
thumb and two fingers stroked him. With my other hand, I lightly squeezed
his sack, feeling it pull with every pulse of his dick. Cum from his
drenched briefs soaked the back of my hand, and I used a bit of his boy
juice to lube a finger. Sliding it between his firm and sweaty boy butt
cheeks, I found his clenching hole, and slowly worked my finger in.

Mark gasped and shivered as I invaded his firm bottom, then sucked and
licked me harder. We shuddered against one another, becoming one with our
mouths and cocks and rhythmically flexing little bottoms. He grabbed me
with both hands by my scrunching cheeks and pulled my groin hard into his
face, as if to swallow me whole, and I whimpered around his enraged knob. I
felt his smooth little bag tighten just as white fire ignited within
mine. My lips were pursed in a tight suction around his pee hole as I
pulled a jet of sweet boy lava from Mark's love pole. And as I swallowed
his deliciously thin salty sweetness, what tiny drops I had to offer his
hungry mouth rocketed out of my quivering prong. A wave of numbing love and
joy washed across me, into sleep.

=========

Bang. Bang. Bang. "Guys!" My sister was calling through the door.

"Dinner in 20. And the shower is down the hall," she added pointedly.

I groggily awaked in Mark's arms after that 10 minute nap, and he
chuckled. "Uh, yeah, maybe we should get going." I was naked, except for
socks, and Mark was still in his damp, white briefs. We kissed, got in the
shower to scrub each other clean, then pulled on clean undies and t-shirts
to join my family for dinner.

They loved Mark, and we had a great time. Since Lori had done the shopping
and helped dad cooking, it was Mark and me on dishes, while my folks, Lori,
her boyfriend Jeremy and my little brother Chris went into the den to play
some board games and watch TV. Later, instead of joining them, we grabbed
towels and went to the backyard pool for a swim. Having already showered,
we just stripped off our briefs and shirts, and hopped in nude to splash
around for a while. Eventually, we drifted into each others arms. I loved
his lithe, languid motions, as his rubbery sinews wrapped around me. Our
legs entwined, and our slippery flesh slid and pressed while we slowly
kissed. My hand clutched his firm, round butt cheek, kneading it like a
springy playground ball.

His hardness pressed against my hip, as mine crushed against his tummy, and
we twirled like a slow motion whirlpool in the night. As we started to
grind into one another, his fingers tracing up and down my crevice, Mark
whispered, "Let's go to bed."

I grinned and nodded. 9 PM on a Friday was a little early for most middle
school boys. But I didn't want anything more than curling up with with this
sleek, brunette boy, to kiss his soft, feminine face, and hold him
tight. We got out, quickly dried off and pulled on our partial clothes,
holding our towels in front to conceal our hungry erections.

Passing the den, we popped our heads in to say a quick good night. My
parents didn't even look up, but Lori rolled her eyes and smirked.

After quickly brushing and peeing, I shut the door to my room and turned
off the lights. It was almost pitch black in the moonless night spilling
through the window. But we found one another and entwined to kiss once
more. Then we quickly pulled off each other's t-shirts and briefs, wasting
little time to feel the heat of naked boy-to-boy contact under the covers
of my bed.

I'd like to say we prolonged our love making, teasing it out for half the
night. But we hadn't been in each other's arms for two weeks, and our hard
young hairless groins needed to mash against one another, as we kissed
facing one another on our sides. One of his long lithe legs draped over my
hip, while I lay a skinny thigh across his other, inner thigh. As our
pulsating prongs pressed together, Mark reached between us, wrapping his
whole hand around the two of us. At first, he stroked us slowly, as we
kissed gently and lovingly. But soon, I was biting his lips, and our
tongues wrestled. I clasped one of his firm buns, squeezing it, and pulling
him into me. At the same time, I started thrusting into his gripping
fingers and against his leaking hardness.

I started shaking.

"Faster...unnnuuuh...please...no....yes....unnnggh" I quietly moaned.

Mark thrust against my dick, while masturbating us in a building frenzy.

"You're so...hard...unnh...hot..nnnnghggh," he whimpered.

His stroking mounted and we heaved with gasping breaths and tiny moans
until I felt the fire again detonate behind and within my balls, that
searing, itchy fire erupting out of my desperate pubescence, stars
exploding within my clenched eyes before I fell into the deep darkness of
sleep.

========

"Guys! Guys!" My sister whispered. "Get up! We're leaving in 10."

As she left, I groaned into the warm flesh of Mark's slender, naked
back. My morning wood always felt more comfortably holstered in the crack
of his ass than swinging in the air, as we stumbled into our baggy board
shorts and T-shirts in the pre-dawn light.

20 minutes later, as the sun was peeking over the San Diego mesas, we were
in La Jolla, picking up Jeremy's older cousin. He was a UCSD student, and
had one of the coveted keys to the gated road leading down to Black's
Beach, at the base of the Torrey Pines Cliffs. Most people had to walk
there: a mile up the beach from The Shores, or two miles down from Torrey
Pines Beach. It was a pretty sparse spot back then, with a regular wave
coming in with the morning tide. The inaccessibility also made it a primo
spot for semi-legal nude sunbathing. But it was too early for the nudists,
and there were only a handful of other surfers sharing the sometimes scary
double-overheads peeling across the sea. The water was still sort of warm,
and so we'd paddle out without wet suits. But a couple of hours later, as
the surf began to die, we were shivering with goose bumps, though the sun
was high.

As Mark and I got out, I put my board down and waved to signal Lori we were
in. Just then, I felt Mark tackle me, trying to pin me. I laughed and
rolled, and were soon warming from normal, boyhood wrestling.

"You guys aren't getting in my car like that," Lori said, as she, Jeremy
and his cousin strode out of the water.

I pulled Mark up, and we ran back into the water to rinse off. As I stood
in the waist deep water, I asked him, "You ever gone nude sun bathing
here?"

He laughed. "No! You?"

"No. But there's a first time for everything," and I peeled off my
Birdwell's and walked into shore. I turned to see Mark's jaw drop, then so
did his bathing suit, as he followed me in. Our dicks were shriveled into
our hairless little scrotums, clamped like barnacle between our
thighs. Unconsciously, I peeled my dick out, flapping it a bit in the
air. It always hurt for a second, but felt so much better than being
crushed into my body. I saw Mark doing the same. We grabbed our boards and
walked up the beach. I noticed a lone man checking us out with binoculars,
his hand between his fat naked legs. I was happy to give him a show.

When we got to the car, Lori sighed. "Really?"

"What? It's a nudist beach," I said. Not like she wasn't familiar with them
from our summers with my mom's family in Germany. Jeremy's cousin rolled
his eyes, stacking our boards, while we dried off. We didn't bother with
our baggies, just wrapping towels around our waists for the drive home.

Mark and I spent most of the day shooting footage for his latest short
black-and-white sci-fi movie. After her shift at a restaurant, Lori came
back to pick us up and help. She's always been so indulgent with
everything, and I just love her.

My friend Zach and his girlfriend Meg met up with us in an Encinitas alley,
for a scene, where we were a crowd being chased by an unseen beast. Mark
was again playing a woman, and since Lori did both his and Meg's makeup,
they looked stunningly pretty. After the scene, we all piled into Lori's
small car to drive home for dinner. On the way, Phil, one of Lori's high
school friends waved us over to chat. Leaning in passenger window, he shook
fists with me, then nodded to Zach, sitting between two beauties.

"Hey Lange," he said, with a smirk. "Who're your friends?"

Without missing a beat, Zach said, "This is my girlfriend Megan." Then,
cocking a thumb at Mark, he said, "And this is Marcia. Robin's her
boyfriend."

"Alright," he said, somewhat wolfishly, smiling, then slapped me five.

After chatting with Phil about some party, Lori drove away, and we all
cracked up.

"Marcia! Marcia! Marcia!" Meg said, imitating Jan Brady. And we couldn't
stop laughingly all the way home. But Mark came up with a great idea. We'd
been planning on hitting a drive-in after dinner at my place, for a triple
date, and Mark's idea was to stay in drag for the night.

Given how much time Mark and I spent in costumes for his productions, my
parents didn't bat an eye at him dressed in a leopard skirt, a stuffed bra
pushing out a tight retro blouse, in full makeup.

Jeremy drove us in his family's station wagon to the Pacific Beach
drive-in, which was about half-full for some real crap movies, like "The
Corpse Grinder." We didn't pay much attention, because about 20 minutes in,
the older kids in the front were making out, and then, so were Mark and
me. He really was a pretty girly boy in his costume, and his liquid eyes
shone from the dark mascara. It took a lot of control not to shoot my
fingers up his tight nylons, under his skirt right away. His lipstick
tasted like sweet flowers, and his midnight hair smelled like fresh silk.

Through the corner of my eye, I could see Zach and Meg kissing tenderly. It
took most of the first movie for their hands to find their way around each
other's bodies. During the intermission, Jeremy and I went to get snacks,
and we both chuckled as we had to readjust out dicks on the way, wiping
lipstick off our lips.

The second movie came on, and the car's air began to steam up again. My
tongue slipped into Mark's mouth, and he pursed his lips around it, sliding
up and back to felating it. He'd climbed onto my lap, and my hardness raged
against his bottom. I could see Meg had grown bolder, and was unzipping
Zach's Levis. Exposing a triangle of his snug white briefs, her hand
clasped the front, and Zach moaned. His hand slipped up her skirt, and
moments later, she was sighing. I heard Jeremy grunt in the front, and
suddenly became self-conscious.

"We'll be back after the movie," I said quietly, pulling Mark out of the
car. I think I heard Lori chuckle.

"Where to?" Mark wondered, impatient with desire.

I pointed over to the empty little sandbox playground. Little kids would be
there during family fair, but not during a horror double feature. So they
even shut off the lights.

We hid behind the slide, leaning on its ladder, and started making out
again. My fingers slid up and down the slick, tight nylons wrapping Mark's
slender, muscular legs. Eventually, my finger tips reached the tops, about
mid-thigh, where the seams hugged into his soft, creamy skin. The contrast
was so sexy, I had to see, and I used both hands to slide his skirt up to
his waist.

"Oh fuck, that's so hot," I whispered, and he giggled.

"Anything for my man," he whispered back. "Lori thought it would be a nice
surprise."

Mark's thigh-highs were held in place by garters, which ran under lacy
black panties. I found out later that Lori had made him a couple of pairs,
with an extra gusset in the front to hold in his boy bits. Good thing, too,
since the semi transparent material strained from Mark's four inches
stretching up toward his garter belt.

"So, now I want to see your panties," Mark said, jokingly referring to my
sheer little German briefs. I got up, checking quickly through the
shadows. The nearest car was a hundred yards away. I kicked off my flip
flops, as Mark reached up to undo my jeans. They fell from my skinny hips,
and I stepped out of them, while my boyfriend stood up to kick off his
flats and unzip his skirt. He unbuttoned his blouse, revealing his slender
abs. Such beauty in black panties and stockings, one hand on his hip. I
admired his V through the lacy material, pointing to his pubescent
treasures.

The fog was rolling in, and it was chilly. We wrapped our arms around each
other. We hugged with tenderness and passion, our young tools grinding
together through layers of improbably tight material. I reached down to
caress and squeeze his firm round buns, feeling them involuntarily
flex. His hand slid to my skinny rump, and his fingers slid within the
wasteland of my tight little undies. As his fingers caressed up and down my
cheeks, we were startled by footsteps in the sand.

"Oh, sorry, guys," Zach whispered. He and Meg had had the same idea, and I
saw her staring with her mouth slightly agape. Then Zach lead her to the
other side of the sandbox, behind a shrub. We chuckled and then turned back
to one another. Mark's finger tip slid up and down my desperate hardness,
teasing me through my cotton restraints.

"You look so fucking hot and sexy right now," I whispered in Mark's ear. "I
can't wait to get you home and fuck you."

"Why wait?" he whispered, giggling. Of course, he had a purse, and as he
bent over to reach into it, I sighed and smiled at the sight of his firm,
round ass, muscular indentations on either side, cinched in sexy lace. I
slid my finger tips around the complicated patterns, then Mark stood up
with a grin, showing me a tube of lube his father had discretely left in
the medicine chest.

I grinned at his preparation. He was a good boy scout.

Mark took me by the hand to the swings, where we kissed passionately for a
few moments, our finger trips dragging across the front of each other's
undies. His panties were getting damp when he pulled the front of my briefs
down below my bald, straining little nut sack. With both hands, he spent
long minutes greasing every bit of my genitals, from testicles to tip,
until I was quivering and desperate for his ass.

It was so dangerous. We were almost in the open, barely hidden by a couple
of bushes and trees.

Striding over to one of the swings, he knelt and bent his tummy over the
seat, with his chest and head hanging toward the sand below. I bent over
him, and caressed from his nylon-encased thighs, to the top of his panties,
and down the other side. Then I gently pulled his lacy undies down his legs
and off.

There in the shadowy flickering movie light, Mark spread his legs. His
firm, white buns each divided by a garter belt, tightly pulling up his sexy
black stockings. I admired the vision for only a moment, then took the lube
to gently slick within his hot, moist divide. I worked one and then two
fingers within his muscular ring, and he groaned. Then he begged.

"Fuck me, Robin," he whispered. "Fuck my ass now!"

I didn't need to asked twice, and knelt behind Mark, carefully guiding my
turgid, hairless pole against his tight gate. Carefully, but quickly, I
slid in, and we both moaned. The seat was too high for me to kneel, so I
held onto the chains with both hands, pushing with my bare feet against the
sand. Mark's bowels hotly gripped my boyhood, and I felt him squeeze and
unsqueeze around me.

"You like that?" he whispered, squeezing me again.

"Oh, fuck yes!"

His stockings slid along my calves as I used the swing to push and pull
Mark's butt up and back. Very quickly we were both moaning, and I saw Mark
reach up to his groin, where his wrist churned in time with out
pounding. My skinny hips were loudly slapping his solid young grapefuits,
and we were strangling our moans in the foggy night air. Two young boys in
almost nothing, ass fucking in public, we could have been caught so
easily. It made our grinding all the more desperate.

I plunged my little penis as deeply as I could into his tender, clenching
boy hole. He ground back, and we were thrusting recklessly, friction
churning until I felt I couldn't hold it any more.

"Gonna...Come!" I quietly gasped.

"Breath, Robin! Breath!" Mark reminded me.

And I did. As the hot plume of white fire billowed out of my tender,
hairless sack, I heaved a voiceless shriek, without vocal cords. Just a hot
lungful of wind in time with with the tiny pearls of moisture ejecting down
my pounding little pole. I'd only begun to ejaculate recently, and it
wasn't much, but I buried what little I could offer deep within Mark's
buttocks. My dick tried to spew a few more times, then gently died as I
fell dizzily onto my lover's back. I didn't pass out, but I was close to
it. I slowly softened within him, held in place by his his clenching ring.

I slid my hand up his slender abs, to replace Mark's hand with mine,
furiously masturbating his drooling cock, from his hairless base to just
below his ridge.

"Uuuuh...faster!" he urged, and I gripped him harder, pulling him toward
his climax. Moments later, his anus tightened around me again, and he
choked off high pitched moans, as his dick erupted. I held him by the glans
with finger tips, gently pinching while thin jets fired away. And as he
quietly regained his breath, I slowly milked any last of his clear young
fluid into my other hand, to savor as we stood up to kiss.

We hurried over to dress in the chilly air, and wrapped our arms around
each other to watch the rest of the movie from one of the sound boxes at
the empty last row. I wanted to give my sister and Jeremy some privacy. It
was a good thing, because the car smelled like sex when we got in later.

Zach was staying the night as well, so we dropped off Meg before driving
home. It took longer for Mark and me to get ready for bed, because we had
his makeup smeared all over. When I closed the door to my room, we pulled
off our clothes, and Mark and I started to laugh. Zach was in a pair of
flowery panties, and his low-hanging balls were fighting to spill out.

He laughed, too. "So, Meg and I traded." When we found out they'd actually
finally gotten naked together, Mark and I smacked Zach five. They hadn't
gone all the way, yet. But at least she was comfortable with nude hand
jobs. Everything they'd done before had been through their underpants.

"And she has some hair, too!" Mark told us, revealing that she was
surprised he didn't have any. When he told Meg he'd gotten my sister to
sugar wax him for her, she'd almost cried from his thoughtfulness. "She
also kinda likes it."

Looking first at my very long-haired bi friend, then over at my boy friend
with black hair falling to his collar, my dick filled in anticipation of a
long-night with panty boys.