Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2023 17:15:22 -0500
From: Braddy Boyce <braddyboyce@gmail.com>
Subject: The Boys of Boyden Middle 7

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fictious. Resemblances to real people, living or dead, are coincidental.

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      It was a snowy Wednesday in mid-November. Ethan was at his locker
with Beth. Since Dylan's locker was kitty corner from his, it was
impossible not to notice him, which always made him smile. They continued
chatting every day in math class, and while they didn't exactly have full
conversations yet, their exchange of words grew more and more by the day.

      "When are we going to finish building our Lego fortress, Ethanoid?"
Beth asked casually.

      "Sorry, I've just had a lot of homework. But I'll ask my parents when
they pick me up from school today. I doubt we'll finish the build anytime
soon."

      "Well, we're already halfway done."

      "Yeah, but it took us a while to get to that point because the set is
gigantic."

      "Actually, it's not gigantic because that would imply a build that
takes up a large chunk of space in my room, which is obviously not the case
with this set."

      Ethan gave Beth a weak smile. "It's not exactly small, though. Maybe
we were being too ambitious when we came up with the idea?" He loved Legos,
but even he had his size limits.

      "Well, I wouldn't really consider it too ambitious because we're not
far from finishing it. Besides, I'm not a fan of abandoning something I
start."

      "Yeah, I know..."

      Dylan finally looked at Ethan from his locker and gave him the cutest
smile ever. He probably didn't mean it the way Ethan perceived it, but it
was still nice to notice.

      "Why do you keep looking over there?" But Beth didn't turn around to
notice anything. She probably looked through her peripheral vision. She
might as well have telepathic powers at this rate.

      "I was just looking around."

      "Not really. You keep looking at an oddly specific direction. That's
not considered looking around."

      Ethan suppressed a groan. Beth was his best friend---his only friend,
really---but he wished she could get the hint. Everything had to be clearly
stated and never implied for her to understand. Anything that was abstract
confused her because it wasn't logical in her mind. Despite having fun
building Lego sets with her, he had so much homework on a regular basis
that it took a lot of his time. He just wasn't as fast as she was when it
came to completing all of it. He knew she didn't have other friends and
that she was often bored as a result, what with being an only child like he
was, but still.

      Dylan gave Ethan another glance, smiling again, and it made Ethan's
heart feel melty. If Ethan hadn't known any better, he'd say he'd been
getting more attention from Dylan, especially with finally being noticed
like he'd wanted for so long. It sure felt nice, even though it didn't mean
what he wanted it to mean.

      But all good things come to an end, as Beau swaggered toward Dylan
with a confident smirk, and Ethan knew he'd be invisible again, especially
now that they were focused on each other. Oh, well. At least, he wasn't
entirely invisible. Well, not to Dylan, who had made that very clear a
moment ago.

      Ethan shut his locker. "Okay, Bethbot. I have to use the bathroom,
but I'll do my best to come over today."

      "Okay, Ethanoid." She never smiled, just a nonchalant expression, but
he could imagine she was thrilled about the idea. They always had fun
together whenever he came over, whether it was building ambitious Legos
sets or watching various anime series.

      Ethan rushed to the bathroom in the eighth-grade division and went
inside. Plenty of boys were already here because it was between classes. He
was relieved to see one empty stall, since all the urinals were taken---he
was pee shy, anyway. Who wouldn't be, in a crowded bathroom?

      Ethan locked himself inside the stall and peed, then flushed the
toilet. Instead of leaving, however, he remained in the stall and left his
penis out of the fly of his blue jeans. He thought about Dylan and all the
attention he'd been giving him lately, especially the cute smiles that were
easy to be spoiled with.

      Ethan's penis twitched a few times, hardening a little, and for the
first time, he was curious about playing with himself inside a school
bathroom. If Jasper had gotten away with watching a naughty video with Beau
in a school bathroom, then Ethan knew he could at least masturbate because
it was on his own with the door locked, no one to witness
anything. Besides, he was just making himself feel good, and his dad did
say it was normal to do it every day.

      There were still boys left, but they couldn't possibly know what
Ethan was doing, since he had privacy inside the stall. So, he pushed his
jeans down to his knees and stood in front of the toilet, then closed his
eyes and started taking care of business...

      Hmm, what was Dylan doing in Ethan's room, and why was he naked? He
had his hands on the edge of the bed, and his back was arched. Even his
presumably round butt stuck up in the air a little bit. Why was he acting
like that?

      Ethan continued stroking at the fantasy...

      Dylan licked his lips at him, and he had that face again. It was a
horny face that was kind of funny, but it meant he wanted to play with
him. "I want it, Ethan. Put it inside me." Oh? Really? But how did that
even work?

      Ethan's hand moved faster, and he breathed harder, already getting
close...

      Dylan twerked like many female popstars did in music videos, except
in a masculine way, since he wasn't feminine at all. He showed Ethan
something so personal, and he did it only for him, not for anyone
else. "Come on, Ethan. Put it inside my butt and squirt."

      Ngh... And Ethan did, gasping lightly while his eyes rolled to the
back of his head, his body quaking. Clear and watery streams came out of
him, an intense feeling he could never grow tired of. Finished, he groaned
at the mess he'd just made from quite a few shots, now having to clean it
all up to eliminate any suspicion.

      But it had felt super good. Ethan just wished he knew what it was
like to make his fantasies come true. It was super weird to think about
putting his penis inside a boy's butt, which would only be Dylan's if that
were to happen. Somehow, the very thought of it, naughty as it was, made
him hard again.

***

      After a cold walk home from school, Dylan kicked the snow off his
boots, dusted the snowflakes off his coat, and pulled off his beanie and
earmuffs, sniffling every so often. He put them all in the main closet
nearby and marched inside his room to put away his backpack. Afterward, he
took a warm shower and got comfy in a light-gray T-shirt, olive-colored
house shorts, and black gym socks, and the heater kicked on in frequent
cycles for extra comfort.

      Back in his room, Dylan played a new life simulation game on his
phone while lounging on the bed. He'd gotten a text from his mom about a
special dinner party with her colleagues that would run until nighttime,
and since Mike was working overtime these days, it was just Dylan and Josh
alone for many hours today.

      Ugh, but homework.

      And lots of it.

      Dylan created himself in the game, and for some reason, a ginger male
character showed up to greet him, reminding him of Ethan. Maybe he should
romance him and pretend he was Ethan, if just to know what it could feel
like being with him like that. Fat chance, of course, since Ethan was
probably straight and not at all interested in Dylan. God, if only.

      An angry roar came from Josh's room next door, which could only mean
one thing: he'd lost in whatever first-person shooter he was playing. The
sound of a controller hitting the wall wasn't new to Dylan---it was
expected. Anger issues much? It was just a game!

      For some annoying reason, Josh was being distant again, as if super
paranoid despite it being safer to mess around today. What was wrong with
him? Why did he often give mixed signals that only confused Dylan even
more? Maybe he needed to figure stuff out first?

      There was a familiar knock on the door.

      Or maybe not...

      Dylan exited the game and put away his phone, then quickly went to go
open it, his heart racing with excitement. Meanwhile, his boner grew even
more excited. Nothing had to happen between him and Josh for him to feel
this way. There was only one reason for his bedroom door to knock while
everyone else was gone.

      Finally!

      It was about time.

      With the door open, Josh stood taller than Dylan, wearing nothing but
a pair of loose boxers with navy-blue and sky-blue stripes that most likely
defined his envious bubble butt. His shirtless torso revealed the kind of
muscled pecs that most fourteen-year-old boys in the ninth grade didn't
have, let alone most teen boys. He'd recently gotten his brown hair buzzed,
looking hotter in a military sort of way. His bright, blue eyes stared back
with intimidating interest.

      Meanwhile, Dylan felt like he couldn't compare with his short,
light-brown hair in a stylish mess, green eyes that were almost pale enough
to capture one's attention, a naturally sun-kissed skin tone that neither
browned nor burned, being shorter but still tallish for a twelve-year-old
boy, a thin body that was lightly toned from swimming, and a small butt
that was round without being a bubble.

      In other words, if Josh were at least eighteen, he'd be the perfect
jock in gay porn, Dylan's favorite kind of porn to watch. Sadly, Dylan
couldn't say the same about himself, since he probably counted as a twink,
which he didn't want to be. If only he could be fit like Josh.

      To Dylan's pleasant surprise, Josh pulled his big dong out from the
widely open fly of his boxers, and it leaked a thick string of precum that
quickly hung in midair. He looked so horny and ready, more than any other
time, as if desperate for action.

      Wow.

      So big.

      Obviously, Dylan had already seen it, but the size still amazed him,
nonetheless. What was it like to finally put his mouth on it? Would it
taste weird? Good? And would he swallow afterward?

      Martino's (surprisingly uncut) dong was bigger, though. Well, from
the bit of it that Dylan had been able to capture by accident at Beau's
Halloween party last month. It was unreal that a twelve-year-old boy could
be such a monster down there. Were all boys of Italian descent the same,
like in most gay porn, or was Martino just that lucky? Dylan's was small,
and it made him wonder what it was like to have a bigger size the more he
felt self-conscious about it. And what did Martino's dong taste like?

      God, if only.

      Any chance in a heartbeat...

      Josh sighed as if frustrated, still locking eyes with Dylan. "Not
gonna lie. This whole time, I've been messing around with a couple of girls
I know, and I just can't do it anymore. I can't get hard, and they get
offended by it because they suspect it's personal, which it obviously is. I
mean, when I felt the urge to retch as soon as I tried going down on one of
them, it was just hell, you know? I had to come up with whatever excuse I
could, which wasn't easy. So, yeah... Sorry for treating you like a ghost,
by the way."

      "It's okay." Dylan formed a weak smile. He couldn't exactly relate to
that specific experience, but he could definitely relate to the gay
attraction itself---more than relate.

      "So...will you help me out? Maybe give your stepbro what he really
needs?"

      Dylan was harder now. Despite being speechless, he was totally ready
to follow wherever his hormones led, trusting Josh more than ever. He
nodded again, trying to contain his excitement. It was what he had wanted
for a while, and he was finally going to be with Josh in secret.

      Josh walked inside Dylan's room and closed the door, then walked
toward the bed and pushed down his boxers while his back was turned. He
mindlessly gave Dylan his first look at what really did look like a typical
jock's butt in gay porn, smooth and bubbled cheeks that made anyone want to
grab and squeeze them.

      Dylan was confused after having never been much into butts, let alone
understand the common attraction to them, but somehow, Josh's backside made
him extra curious, more than he'd ever been in his young life. But would he
actually give it a lick like most jocks did in gay porn? He wasn't so sure
about it, but he would probably try putting his penis inside it, which had
to feel better than a hand.

      To top Josh...

      What a concept!

      Josh crawled on the bed, and his bubble butt was even more
pronounced, with a few brown hairs barely sticking out of his crack. He
flipped around on his back and smirked. "Staring at my ass, huh?"

      Dylan blushed, remaining speechless. Caught, for sure, and still
hard.

      "I don't mind, but don't get the wrong idea, okay? Even though I
learned about the importance of washing back there, I'd still never take it
up the ass like you're clearly likely to."

      Clearly likely to?

      Why the assumption?

      "Take off your clothes," Josh urged with a horny smile. "Feels weird
being the only one naked, and it's pointless to mess around with clothes
on."

      That was a good point. If only Dylan didn't feel shy about showing
his naked body. It was bad enough that Beau had already seen it. But fair
was fair, and it really was pointless to have sex with clothes on.

      Reluctantly, Dylan removed his clothes but cupped his crotch,
standing in front of the bed, facing Josh but barely giving him eye
contact.

      "Dylan, chill, I'm not going to judge you. I mean, obviously I'm
bigger since I'm older, and besides, you're a little hottie and you know
it."

      A little hottie?

      Josh thought so?

      Dylan managed a smile with a big blush on his supposed "hot" face,
his heart feeling good from the unexpected compliment. Even though they
were future stepbrothers, the weirdness started to fade away the more they
connected in a personal and intimate way. To be fair, being horny made it
easier to get over it.

      Dylan finally let go of his crotch, unveiling his few-inch erection
that could never compare to Josh's many-inch one. What was it...seven
inches? Eight? Dylan's heart raced, but he withstood the shyness and
finally got on the bed. He lay beside Josh until the sides of their warm
bodies pressed against each other. What a nice scent on Josh: soapy clean
with a hint of man. There was no cologne this time, since there was
probably no reason to put some on.

      Josh stroked his big dong that couldn't stop dripping so much precum,
casting his gaze all over Dylan's smaller body. "God, you're making me
gayer than I want to admit. But I trust you because I know you'd never tell
a soul about any of this."

      Dylan felt super flattered by Josh's strong attraction to him, a
feeling that told him he was sexy, even though he was a little young to
have the sexual wisdom to understand the concept of sexiness. "I would
never tell anyone, Josh."

      "Promise?"

      "Promise."

      "Good." Josh made a horny grin. "So...put your mouth on my dick. Been
waiting for a long time to try that cute little mouth. And when I shoot, I
want you to swallow as much as you can."

      Dylan nodded with a shy smile and repositioned himself on his knees,
his face right near Josh's leaking erection while his backside faced
him. He was ready to make Josh happy with his virgin mouth. He ignored the
mild musk from Josh's thick, brown bush, which was a different kind of
smell that was hard to explain, even though Josh had showered. It was a
stronger scent than the one from Dylan's small, light-brown bush that had
only been growing more recently. There was also so much precum dripping
from Josh's dong, that it prompted Dylan to lick some of it off as a start,
remembered how guys did it in gay porn. The taste was salty but kind of
good. In fact, he could easily get used to doing this. It even made his own
penis leak more than ever.

      Josh gasped. "Oh, man, yeah," he whispered. "Lick it all off."

      Dylan wrapped his lips around the head and gave it a few sucks,
tasting more of Josh's salty precum.

      "Ngh, yeah, Dylan." Josh rubbed the back of his head, guiding him to
take more inches into his mouth without choking him. "Try to take it
all. Come on, do it."

      Dylan tried stuffing his mouth with it, but he failed to reach far
because of the length and thickness. As uncomfortable as it felt to gag
each time he tried to take it all, he was still horny and didn't want to
stop. He tried to do it like the guys did in porn, even though it looked
easier than it really was. He slurped and sucked, mostly the head and maybe
an inch or two more, hoping he was doing it okay.

      Josh rubbed Dylan's head some more and released low puffs. "Yeah, use
that mouth. Wanna be my slut? Doesn't have to be in a bad way. I just think
it's hot to call you that."

      A slut?

      But why?

      Dylan stopped and looked at Josh with a shy smile, then gave him a
reluctant nod. "...Okay." The thought of being called that didn't turn him
on, much less made him feel good about it, but if it made Josh happy, it
could be worth the experience.

      "Nice. So, now that you're my slut, I get to have my way with you
like the tops do in gay porn." As if suddenly emboldened, Josh reached
behind Dylan and played with his little butt, rubbing his pink, virgin
butthole that was probably too small for a finger as large and long as
Josh's. Thankfully, it was just light rubbing and nothing more, and it was
a good thing that Dylan had remembered to wash back there, since he'd had
no idea they would even go this far.

      Josh's horny breaths made Dylan leak some more. "God, what a tight
hole you have. Gonna eat it one day and shove my big dick in there. Pound
you hard like a dirty slut."

      Why dirty slut?

      Why not just slut?

      "Maybe I should go on an app and find a college buddy to share you
with. Maybe even a little older."

      Dylan's eyes grew wide, and he stopped sucking to give Josh a serious
look. "...Why would you do that?"

      Josh chuckled. "Chill, dude, it's just sex talk. I don't actually
mean it. I mean...unless...you want to?"

      "I don't." Dylan was often spineless when it came to many things, but
this was definitely where he put his foot down. Plus, a college dude?
Seriously? That was old! He'd never be with anyone older than fourteen,
maybe fifteen tops---and that was already pushing it.

      Josh continued rubbing Dylan's virgin-tight anus. "But I'm still at
least going to taste your ass, right?"

      Dylan wasn't sure how he felt about that in particular. Even though
butts were still nice to look at and maybe feel if given the chance, actual
butt sex still seemed kind of weird. What was it even like? That said,
having his hole rubbed did feel kind of nice. A little weird, but nice.

      Dylan got back to sucking, bobbing his head. He tried taking as much
of Josh as he could until he gagged again. He tried it again and again,
failing to reach more than half the thick shaft, which was already
uncomfortable.

      "I'm getting close now. Get ready to swallow soon. As much of it as
you can."

      Dylan didn't say a word. He kept going and going, still
horny. Unfortunately, his jaw was getting more sore than he realized. What
a job giving a blowjob was!

      The way Josh breathed harder and faster let Dylan know he was about
to come. He gripped Dylan's head firmly and pushed his big dong deeper into
his mouth while grunting. "Shit...gonna come...ngh..."

      Dylan tried hard not to gag from having almost every inch invading
his mouth, the tip penetrating his throat, but it was impossible. He
coughed when it slipped right out of his slobbery mouth, a thick wad of
drool dripping from his lips, but Josh shoved it back in. Taken aback and
no longer horny, Dylan tried to break free, tears flooding his eyes because
of the super uncomfortable pressure, but he couldn't. Finally, the flood
came and filled his mouth, a semi-sweet and very rich taste that wasn't
quite as tasty as when he'd tried a little bit of it a while back.

      Josh let out a soft moan, clearly enjoying the moment more than
Dylan.

      Dylan tried swallowing more of it, but it made him want to hurl more
than anything, due to the heavy amount and thick texture. Most of it
quickly spilled out of his mouth and down Josh's shaft, soaking his
bush. God, what a weird experience! Everything had been so awesome until
now.

      Josh relaxed his body and gave Dylan a loopy smile. "That was hotter
than I thought it would be."

      If only Dylan could say the same on his end. Now, he didn't even want
to think about giving another blowjob. It wasn't just a lot of work, but
his jaw was sore, his eyes were watery, and his nose was sniffly and
runny. Overall, having a big dong forced into his mouth was not fun at all,
especially when half the length was uncomfortable enough.

      Josh patted Dylan's butt, then gave it a hard slap that made Dylan
flinch from the mild sting. "One day, I'm gonna use this hole for all it's
worth, now that you agreed to be my dirty slut. Gonna pound it like there's
no tomorrow because rough sex is super hot. Slow is so boring."

      Dylan frowned. "Wouldn't it hurt, though?" Also, he'd technically
never agreed to be Josh's "dirty slut", just slut, but now, even that felt
uncomfortably degrading. It seemed hotter in porn, but in real life, not so
much.

      Josh shrugged. "Maybe. It won't hurt me, though, since I'll be the
top. But I know you're still little back there and probably not ready, so
I'll wait a bit."

      "Oh." Dylan tried masking a frown. This whole experience with Josh
was nothing like he'd imagined it'd be. As little as he wanted Beau in a
sexual way, sex with him suddenly seemed much more promising. Otherwise,
he'd rather not have sex at all.

      "Anyway, later." Josh got up and grabbed his boxers off the floor,
then put them back on.

      "Hey, but...what about my turn?" Dylan asked, his little dick still
mildly erect and leaking a bit from having blue balls.

      Josh chuckled. "Dude, with all that porn you have, I'm sure you'll
have no problem getting yourself off. Sorry, just not in the mood
anymore. It happens after I come." He left the room in a hurry and closed
the door, and within seconds, he started playing a video game.

      Dylan rolled his eyes and sighed, his mouth drooping with
disappointment. He was left horny, and no one else was available. Well,
there was Beau, who definitely would agree to sex, but he was probably busy
to justify having not called all evening.

      So, porn it was.

      As usual.

***

      In his room on Friday night, Cedric lost another round of Super Smash
Bros., but because it meant that Martino was in a good mood and no longer
heartbroken, he took the loss in stride. Anything to see him happy.

      Cedric stroked Tabbles' short fur, always feeling safe from the warm
and tiny furball in his lap. Then, he swiveled his gaming chair around to
face Martino who lounged on the giant Kirby bean bag chair.

      Martino wore a charcoal-colored undershirt, black gym shorts, and
black gym socks, a typical fashion style of his whenever he slept over. It
was a far cry from Cedric's full sets of PJs that took up an entire
drawer---Pikachu-themed tonight. To be fair, Martino had always preferred
dark colors. Was he still into goth like he'd been in the fifth and sixth
grades? It had been a while since he'd mentioned anything about it. He
still did like his horror films and TV shows, and hard rock and metal
music, genres that Cedric didn't like at all. Luckily, they had plenty of
other things in common, hence their strong bond as besties.

      Still sitting with Tabbles in his lap, Cedric raised an eyebrow and
gestured a thumb-up at Martino.

      "Yeah, Ceed, I'm good."

      That put a big smile on Cedric's baby face.

      Martino blew a big breath and ran his fingers through his dark,
stringy hair that often fell over his honey eyes. He looked down and
chuckled, immediately grabbing a large stuffed animal from Cedric's bed
right next to him and covering his lap with a plush, gray dolphin named
Dolphy. "Sorry. Big dick problems. Hate it so much sometimes."

      Cedric blushed, still feeling a little uncomfortable with the vulgar
reality, but he was kind of used to it. He could somewhat relate,
especially whenever he sat on the toilet. However, from the sounds of it,
Martino's size was much bigger, and Cedric definitely didn't envy it.

      Martino started feeling around Dolphy's plush material. Then, his
eyebrows lowered, and a smirk played on his lips. "Um...Ceed? Why is this
spot here a little crusty?" He pointed at the stuffed animal's presumable
crotch area.

      Cedric's eyebrows flew up, and his heart raced with nervousness. Had
Jasper spilled something on it when he'd come over to play video games
yesterday? He'd taken it with him into the hallway bathroom for whatever
reason Cedric still hadn't figured out, and multiple times, too. Ever since
then, Dolphy had had a large, crusty spot with a weird science lab stench.

      "Oh, don't worry about it, dude," Martino insisted. "Not like I don't
do it, too. Well, not with a stuffed animal, but to each his own." He
shrugged and tossed Dolphy back on Cedric's bed. "I have to admit, I'm
surprised because you look super young, like, fourth or fifth grade, but I
guess that's why puberty sucks because it hits you when it hits you, and it
feels like an insidious plague."

      Huh? Confusion filled Cedric's head as he tried to understand what
Martino was talking about.

      Martino looked up at the ceiling as if deep in thought, and after a
moment, another huge tent grew in the front of his shorts, like a limb in
its own right. He rolled his eyes and sighed, then grabbed Dolphy again and
covered his erection. "Ugh, sorry, man, it's been a few days since I jerked
off. I keep thinking about that hot college chick I told you about."

      Oh, right! She was the one who made Martino feel happy.

      "She still doesn't know I'm twelve, and since we'll probably never
meet in person, I used an AI photo app to make myself look about
twenty-two, then sent it to her to jerk off with her through text."

      Cedric giggled. Why would anyone want to do that? It sounded like a
lot of work for someone Martino would never meet in person. Why bother?

      Martino got up and put Dolphy back on the bed. "Anyway, Ceed, I'm
horny as fuck. I seriously gotta take care of this boner in the bathroom
before any hole starts to look good enough. That's how bad it can get."

      Oh. Okay...?

      "I'll be going to bed right after. Night?"

      Cedric gave Martino a sympathetic nod, feeling sorry for his best
friend who seemed to be suffering so much from swollen testicles, or so
that was how Cedric thought about it as. After Martino left the room,
Cedric was ready for bed himself. He wished he had a bunk bed, just so that
he could have an excuse to sleep in the same room with his best friend, but
the guest room would have to do, which provided Martino with his own space
whenever he stayed over.

      After Martino finally got out of the hallway bathroom and went into
the guest room, Cedric got up from his gaming chair and set Tabbles
free. He always left his room door cracked open for the tiny kitty to roam
around the house and not be stuck in one place. He went to the bathroom to
brush his teeth, floss, and rinse, then went back into his room. He turned
off the ceiling light and turned on the plug-in nightlight that softly
changed between the colors of a rainbow. Finally, he climbed into bed and
held onto Dolphy, still a bit peeved about the mysteriously crusty spot in
the crotch area.

      Like with other nights, Cedric didn't know why he'd been starting to
rub Dolphy's finned backside against the front of his PJ bottoms. It was
funny, but it also felt good in a way that he couldn't understand. It felt
tingly down there, and always dry, unlike the wet and messy experiences his
male friends reported having.

      Cedric would do it for seconds, but tonight, for the first time, he
didn't want to stop doing it right away. Instead, he continued without
reason until something funny made his penis feel very, very good, and it
caused his scrawny body to shake a little, making his eyes roll back while
an intense physical feeling overcame him like never before. What was this
feeling?! It had never happened before! Now, he felt super relaxed and
little sleepy. Maybe he should look it up online and see what the search
results had to say.

      Nevertheless, it felt so good that Cedric wouldn't mind doing it
again soon. In fact, he suddenly looked forward to it.

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