American Dream

An American Dream. Chapter 5. Homeward Bound.

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction depicting a sexual relationship between two teen boys. If you are under the age of 18 or do not approve of gay sex, or the subject matter is not legal in the area you reside, please do not read further. The author welcomes constructive criticisms. As usual all flames will be ignored...Please direct your comments to:

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A special thank you goes out to my good friends 'David' and 'Kit' for their help, without whom this story would be a lot harder and less pleasurable to read. Thanks also to my friend Jonathan, from Arizona for his knowledge of the American way of life. Thanks ...............................................................................

I couldn't help it; I just threw my arms round him.

"Of course I want you to come," I said to Jordan, then turned to my mum and dad. "This is the best birthday present that you could have given me."

My mum smiled and said, "You may not think so when you see what time we take off."

I looked, 1am, "Shit, oh sorry Mum. I've not packed or anything."

"No but I have, even your condoms," my mum said.

"Muuuum, do you mind! Have you packed, J?"

"Yep when you were playing pool."

"How long have you known?"

"Just after lunch. The things I had to promise my rents to get dad to pay for the ticket, you wouldn't believe, Dave."

"That means as soon as you have finished your coffee we'll have to go. We already checked out before dinner. When we get to London you, Jordan and me are staying on there for 3 nights so you can show him round, but your dad is going home," Mum said.

I looked at Jordan, "Did you know about that too?"

"Yeah, as I just said it wasn't easy to get him to pay for all that lot, but I managed it."

I looked at Mum; "I can't go on a plane like this."

"You don't have to," she pulled a bag out from under the table, and as did Jordan's mum also got one out for him. We changed in the loo, then said our goodbyes to Senator and Mrs Flack.

We went looking for Will and found him going into the kitchen. He was just taking my cake away.

"What you going to do with that, Will?" I said.

"Your mom said to take what's left of it to the local hospital to give to the kids."

"Cool."

We followed him into the kitchen, where this guy all in white came over to us and said, "What are you two doin in here?"

Will put the cake down and said to him, "I'll deal with this chef, k?"

"See you do, you know we don't allow guests in here."

Will came out, "So you're going home together, then?"

We both said 'yep we are.'

"Good, I'm glad you got it all sorted out."

"Anyhow Will, we've come to say bye and thanks for all that you've done for us. If we had any cash we'd give you a tip but I've only got a hundred dollar bill," I said.

"That will do nicely," Will said with a smile.

"Yeah right," I said.

We both shook his hand, then I gave him a hug.

He was a little embarrassed, and replied, "That's o/k guys, it's been a pleasure to meet you both."

We got a cab to the airport, checked in, and I didn't need to attend to Mr Woody this time. We all got through passport control, and as we were getting onto the plane Jordan said, "I've never been on a 747 before, let alone first class."

They had managed to get us two seats together; but my mum and dad were further down the plane. Despite the take off time the plane was full. We both settled down as we taxied to the end of the runway, and at the same time as we took off, we held hands and kissed; you can in first class with those barrier thingies.

Once we were airborne one of the stewards who looked just like Brian off 'Big Brother' came to see if we needed a blanket, and when he saw that we were holding hands, he smiled. We broke contact as soon as we saw him but it was too late. He gave us a blanket each, smiled and then walked down the plane. We covered ourselves up so that we were both under the two blankets. We put our headphones on, but we didn't want to watch the films that they had, so I found a station playing soft music. It turned out to be Radio2, but I won't be telling any of my mates about that. The Brian look-alike came back to see if we wanted a drink, but we both said 'no thanks.' ..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I woke up with Jordan's hand on my cock, which was of course hard, and fortunately we were still covered by the blanket. I looked at him and thought that he was so beautiful when he was asleep, but then again he was always beautiful. That gay steward, who I though of as Brian, came walking down the aisle.

"Oh one of you is awake then? Would you like some coffee?"

"Yes please, black."

"What about your friend?"

"Yeah him too, white no sugar."

"Oh he's sweet enough is he?"

I took J's hand off my crotch while Brian was away, and when I blew in his ear, he tried to knock the fly off. I blew again he tried to knock it off yet again. I looked up to see Brian standing there with his trolley.

"Can't you wake sleeping beauty up?" he asked.

I pulled our tables down so he could put our coffee on them, thinking to myself, 'fuck off.' He smiled and waltzed off, so I now nibbled J's ear, and he opened his eyes with a start. At first I don't think he knew where he was, then he saw me and smiled.

"Happy birthday, Dave."

He smiled again and I said, "Thanks J."

That damn steward came back, and said, "Oh you managed to wake him up then?"

He was beginning to piss me off now.

J looked at him, "Where are we?"

"We are held in a queue circling London, if you were awake you would have heard the Captain say as much."

J flashed him a look, "Well we weren't awake were we!!"

"Oh, excuse me."

We looked out of the window, all we could see was cloud.

"Can I get you anything else?"

We drank our coffee and I said, "No thanks... there's something I need to do."

J pulled the blanket off us, to reveal the erections in our pants to Brian, whose eyes almost popped out. We went to the bathroom, I mean the loo.

"Thanks for that J, you almost gave Brian a heart attack."

All J did was laugh.

The toilet was barely big enough for one person, let alone two, so I let J piss first, then I had one, and as I was knocking all the drops off, he reached around me to help. Almost as soon as he touched me, I was hard.

"I love you Dave, and as it's your birthday I just thought I'd do this for you."

"I love you too J," I replied.

He then just laughed in my ear, and as his strokes got quicker, there was a knock on the door.

"Are you o/k in there?" It was that fucking Brian again. "Yeah we're o/k... we won't be long," I replied.

J laughed again, I could feel it in my toes, a few seconds later I shot into the stainless steel John, as J likes to call it, and he cleaned me up with the toilet tissue.

"God J that was awesome."

We washed our hands, then as we opened the door, we saw Brian was standing there with a grin.

"Feel better now boys?"

J smiled, nodded his head at me and said, "Well one of us is felling better."

The look on Brian's face was priceless; as we went back to our seats I said to J, "You are terrible." He just laughed, and when we stopped off to have a word with my mum and dad, my dad said.

"Did you two have a good sleep? We came down to look at you a few times but you were flat out."

"Yeah not bad Dad," I said.

"Not bad? I wish that I could sleep like that."

The Captain came on the intercom.

"Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts, we are about to land."

We said bye to my mum and dad and went back to our seats, to find that Brian had taken the coffee cups away. J helped me to fasten my seat belt, and 15 minutes later we touched down.

We got our luggage from that carousel thing, and then we all went through passport control, then out of the building and to the taxi rank.

"Welcome to England Jordan." I said as we were looking up at the rainy sky.

"Kewl, a black London cab," Jordan said.

But we got the tube, which was much cheaper. It took us just over an hour to get to the hotel, 'The Holiday Inn' where we were all on the seventh floor. My mum and dad were in the room next to ours, which was a twin room, but hey, the beds were big enough to sleep two people. It was now just turned 2 pm.

We unpacked our bags and put our clothes away. I looked in the mini bar, and saw it was not as good as 'The Plaza' but it was o/k. There was a knock on the door.

"I know who that is!" I said.

J went to open it, it was my mum, she came in looked round spotted the mini bar.

"Where's the key? And don't tell me there isn't one, like you did last time."

"Mum can't we use it please? We won't have much booze."

"Well you did last time."

"I'll make sure he doesn't drink much Mrs Wilkinson." Jordan said.

"You're as bad as he is, and less of the Mrs Wilkinson, call me Jackie", she laughed.

"I am 16 now you know mum?"

She looked at me.

"Oh David, sorry I forgot, happy birthday," and kissed me on the cheek.

"That's o/k mum, you're getting on a bit now aren't you! What is it 40 next time?"

"Never you mind how old I am, go on then don't go getting drunk the pair of you. You two need a shower too."

My face lit up, "Do we?"

"David!" my mum looked daggers at me, then rushed out the door, don't know why she did that.

After our usual shower, and a blowjob each, we unpacked our clothes and got dressed. We were both very hungry too.

"Come on J," I said.

"Where we going?"

"Do you really expect me to tell you?"

"No I suppose not," J said with a smile.

We went out of the hotel with me leading the way, and then we went into a McDonald's, opposite the railway station, and after getting two Big Macs to take out, we went across to the railway station. I went to the ticket office and bought 2 student 3-day passes for the tube that enabled us to go anywhere we liked. At this point J realised that he had no money.

"Dave I'll have to pay for this when I get some money k?"

I flashed him a look that he said reminded him of my mum.

"No you don't."

This is the first time that he's seen me annoyed since we had that discussion with out rents back in New York.

"K sorry."

"I should think so, with all that you did for me!"

I gave him his pass, "And don't lose it, or you'll have to walk!"

"K."

We went through the barrier.

"Where we going Dave?"

"Wait and see."

We both exchanged glances and smiled; then we went down to the platform just as a train was coming in. As we stepped on the train some guy said on a loudspeaker, "PLEASE MIND THE GAP."

The train was full so we had to stand up and hold on to one of those round handle things. There were some seats along the side of the carriage, and I saw this guy looking at my crotch, so I looked down at myself. With my arm in the air my jeans had pulled up giving him a good view of my cock, I changed hands so that my pants dropped down again. He looked up into my eyes, and we held eye contact for a few seconds, then I smiled and looked away, thinking 'dirty old pervert'.

"Right J, this is our stop."

As we got off, I glanced at the guy, who was now smiling at me, and I just looked back at him. We went up some stairs, then an escalator again; god it must have been a long way down. We emerged to a nice sunny day, and it took our eyes a few minutes to adjust to the light. We crossed a busy road, and it was a good job J was following me, or he would have been run over, "Why do Brits drive on the wrong side of the road?" he said.

We were now on the banks of the River Thames under the gaze of Big Ben. We went down some steps to a pier, then got onto a boat that was going to Greenwich. We sat right at the front of the boat, and during the 10 minutes wait, we in were chattering away, trying not to make too much eye contact.

Once the boat set off it was very windy and choppy so spray was blowing over the bow, but we were loving it. We past under 'Tower Bridge' and then passed the 'Tower of London.' Shit, I thought, don't us Brits go back a long way? There was some guy giving a commentary about it all.

It took us about 45 minutes to get to Greenwich, and the first thing we did when we got off was go for a pee. There was a pub on the corner with a beer garden, and as we sat down, a waitress came over with a menu.

"Would you like a drink while you look at the menu boys?"

"Yes two pints of best bitter please, and we don't want any food, we have already eaten thanks," I said.

She laughed, "I don't think so kiddo."

I laughed with her, "Well it was worth a try."

"Yes it was," she said.

"Two cokes then please."

"Is that with ice?"

"Please."

"Are you American?" She said to J when she brought our drinks.

"Yep I come from DC."

"Oh, my brother lives in Arizona."

"Kewl, I've never been there."

"He said it's hot there, it gets to be 110 degrees some days."

"Oh my god, that's hot!"

We just made it back to the boat before it left; the guy who gave the commentary also took the tickets.

"Sorry we're late." I said.

"That's o/k boys, you American?" he said to J.

"Yep I am."

"Where do you come from, LA?"

"Why does everyone think that the only place in the States is L fucking A", he whispered in my ear.

"No. DC."

"Oh that's cool," he said in a very bad American accent.

"Did you enjoy the commentary on the way here?"

"Yeah we did," I said.

"Have you anything to ask? Anything at all?"

"Now you mention it, there is, yeah." J said.

"What's that then?"

"Why do you drive on the wrong side of the road?"

"Excuse me sonny, it's you who drive on the wrong side of the road," he said with a smile on his face.

J just smiled back, "Yeah right," he said throwing me a look.

He finished talking the tickets then went to the wheelhouse; he came on the speaker and said, "We have on board a young man from The United States of America, who wants to know why we drive on the left hand side of the road here in the UK. "Before I start my story does anyone know anything about horse etiquette?" Two girls put their hands up. "What side do you get on and off a horse?" "The left side, always on the left." They said. "Good girls, yes you're right, with that in mind, I'll now tell you the story."

"Back in the olden days when there were no roads just, tracks through the woods, and people would travel from village to village on horseback. That was fine until the footpads (olden day muggers) and robbers came on the scene. That's when Noblemen would don on a suit of armour. You'll see some of them today in the Tower of London. Now that was fine at the start of the journey, there was always someone to help you on to the horse. In the middle of the journey if you wanted a pee it was easy enough to get off the horse but as the armour weighed a lot it was nigh impossible to get on again on your own. So every so often a cairn of stones of sufficient height would be built at the side of the track so that the horseman could pull up to the cairn and his foot on the top to get off. Of course he could mount again by climbing to the top of the stones and throwing his leg over the saddle. These stones had to be placed on the left-hand side of the track. As the tracks got wider they placed the stones at each side of what had now become lanes. When horse and carts came on the scene they also followed the horse tradition and drove on the left-hand side. Now we all have horseless carriage and we too are carrying on the practice."

That was a cool story. We were just passing an old Navy sailing ship, when he went into another story - something about freezing the balls off a brass monkey. Never heard that one.

"A brass monkey was a stand that held cannon balls next to the cannon on the fighting ships of the line in the days of the sailing ships. The cannon balls were made of iron and the stand brass so when it got very cold, because of the different co-efficient of linear expansions of the two metals the stand contracted more that the cannon balls and they fell off. Hence the term, freezing the balls off a brass monkey. It does not refer to the three wise monkeys and if they were that wise they would have covered their balls up anyhow!"

Now that's a new one to me, good story though.

Wow even I was impressed with those stories. The guy came round with a box for a collection for some charity, well that's what he said anyhow, and who are we to disagree. I put £1 in for each of us.

"How much is that in Dollars, Dave?"

"A bit under $3." As £1 is about $1.46, so £2 would be just under $3.

"So who drives on the wrong side of the road now?" The guy said.

"Hehehe, no comment," J said.

He laughed at that, "Enjoy the rest of your holidays boys."

We both said, "We will."

We retraced our steps back to the hotel via the Tube, and got back about 5.30. We were both knackered. As we both flopped down on one of the beds in our room, there was a knock on the door; I looked over to J.

"I wonder who that is?"

Feeling very putout, I went to open it, and when I saw that it was my dad, I felt my face light up.

"Oh hi dad, come in. What do you want?"

"Well it was Jordan that I wanted to see."

He sat up when he heard his name.

"Hi what can I do fer ya Mr Wilkinson?"

"Hi Jordan, while you were out your dad phoned. He said in all the rush you went without any money."

"Yeah I did, I forgot all about it."

"Well he told me to tell you he's going to wire $1000."

"How much is that in pounds Dave? He said I'm much better at maths that he is.

"That's about £700. A dollar is about 70% of a pound."

My dad said, "I have to go home now David, I'm catching the 7pm train to Preston."

"That's late Dad!"

"Yes well I wanted to get your mum settled in before I went."

"Where is she Dad?"

"She's in bed worn out, look after her won't you!"

"Yeah we will."

"See you Tuesday then."

"Yes you will," I said.

"Bye Mr Wilkinson," Jordan said.

As he was about to go out, he came back in and closed the door.

"If you're going to be my son's boyfriend you had better call me Gerry o/k?"

"K, Gerry," he said with a smile.

My dad smiled back, "I like you Jordan."

"Thanks you're not so bad yourself."

"Even Jackie likes you, you're good for one another."

"Thanks," we both said.

Then he was gone, leaving us both blushing.

A couple of minutes later, he came back in and said, "Here's the key Dave o/k?"

"O/k Dad."

Then he went again.

"It's 6.10 Dave, what we doin now?"

"Lets go see dad off, then we can go to reception to see if your money's come through."

"Yep, k."

We went next door, and I knocked on it, forgetting all about my mum. My dad opened it.

"Sh, I don't want your mum woken up."

We looked into the room, which was all dark.

"Just wait there."

He said then went back in, closed the door. Two minutes later he came out with his case.

"Right you two, what do you want?"

"We've just come to see you off Dad."

"O/k come on then."

We waved the taxi off and I said with a wry smile

"On our own at last, J."

"We sure are."

We went to reception, where I saw some older guy was behind the counter. Where have I seen him before? I asked him if there was a letter for a Mr Jordan Flack.

"What did you say the name was?"

"Jordan Flack." J said

"No nothing here boys."

I looked him in the eye, and then remembered where I'd seen him before. It was the guy off the train, and I think he recognised us too because he smiled.

"How long you staying boys?"

"Three nights, we go home Tuesday," I said.

"If there's anything you want you just have to ask."

We both said 'o/k thanks.'

"Why don't we phone your Dad up J?"

"That will cost a lot of money, Dave."

"We can go and make the call from our room, so that it goes on the bill, and Raytheon can pay for it."

"K, Dave," he said then looked at his watch, "If it's 6.30 here what time is it 'New York' time Dave?"

"1.30pm."

"I don't think they will be in at that time, but I can sure try."

We went up to our room - that did sound good, our room. As we soon as we went in we both kicked our shoes off, and when I dropped my pants, J gave me a double - take and laughed, then he dropped his pants and came over to kiss me.

"It's been a long time Dave."

"It sure has J," I said between kisses.

We ground our crotches together, then he broke away before we got too carried away, but I pulled him back.

"Where you going J?"

We kissed again, our crotches crashed together again, and he pulled away again. He was surprisingly strong when he was in the throws of passion; he managed to untangle our bodies, so I gave him a hurt look.

"Dave I do love you, but I wanna phone my dad k?"

I then gave him my puppy dog lost smile.

After some time he managed to get through to the Plaza, and put the phone so that I could hear all that was being said.

"Hello, Plaza hotel, how may I help you?"

"Hi, can you put me through to Senator Flack's suite please?"

"Who shall I say is calling?"

"Jordan Flack, his son."

"Please hold the line sir, I wont keep you."

Then that god-awful music came on. After about thirty seconds, she was back.

"Senator and Mrs Flack checked out this morning sir."

"K, thanks bye."

"Good afternoon sir."

"What's up?" I said.

"They've checked out and gone home."

"Well phone them there, then," I said.

"Yeah k, I will."

It didn't take him long this time.

"Good afternoon this is the Flack residence."

"Hi Rachel it's me, is dad there please?"

"Oh hi, Jordan."

"Rachel is my dad's secretary," J said in my ear.

"No but he phoned from the airport to say that they are on their way home."

"K, can you ask him to phone me when he gets in please?"

"Sure Jordan, how you liking England?"

"It's o/k I suppose."

"So you not only came out to your mom and dad, you got yourself a boyfriend too?"

"Yep I sure did."

"Rachel knew about me being gay, the ONLY one who knew, and was o/k with it," he told me.

"He's also a handsome son-of-a-bitch too from what I hear?"

"Yep he is, and how do you know that?"

"Your Mom told me."

"Oh she did, did she?"

"Yep she did, when am I gonna meet him?"

"I think we'll be here for about a month then we'll be coming home, so you can meet him then."

"I can't wait."

"You'll have to."

He kissed me, and made sure it was a loud sloppy kiss.

"What's that noise?" Rachel said.

"Noise? What noise?" he said giving me another one.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say that it was a..." There she stopped, then continued.

"Is he there with you now?"

"Yep he sure is."

"Are you.... kissing him?"

"Rachel, how could you think such a thing?" he said with a smile in my voice.

"What else you two been up too?"

"I'm not telling you."

Then she just laughed.

"Have fun, Jordan you deserve it."

"We will!" he said, then hung up.

"What would you like to do now, Dave?"

A smile came across my face.

"You."

"Well you will have to wait, cos I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry too J, hungry for you that is."

"I'm hungry for you too, Dave, but I need some food."

He looked at his watch, 7pm.

"The restaurant will be open now Dave."

"O/k then."

We both got dressed again and went down for our evening meal. As we got there, the headwaiter asked us if we were on our own.

"Yes my mum's in bed with a migraine." I said.

"Oh sorry to hear that, what's your room number please?"

I showed him our key, and he then showed us to a table. "Help yourselves to the buffet, boys."

When he had gone J said to me, "I'm getting a little pissed off with people calling us boys."

"To them J, that's just what we are."

"I guess." he said.

"Do you know something J?"

"What?"

"I love you when you sulk."

An old couple passed by as I said that and gave us a filthy look.

"I don't sulk, you're the one who does that."

We both broke out laughing at that.

We had a lovely meal, and finished with strawberries and cream, after which we were both really full.

We went up to our room, and as soon as we got in we kicked off our shoes, and our pants again. I picked up the remote for the T/V and started to flick through the channels till I found MTV. We both flopped on the bed, and I looked over to the other bed.

"Do you think we should make it look like we have slept in both beds J?"

"To be quite honest Dave I don't give a shit."

"O/k then, what's up with you J? You look like you lost a pound and found a penny!"

"I'm pissed, what with having no money."

Almost as he said that the phone rang, and he picked it up as he was the nearest to it.

"Hello."

"Oh hi Jordan, it's Dad."

"Hi Dad, how are you?"

"O/k thanks, about this wire transfer, I did it this morning at 10am, I asked the bank to transfer $1000, into Dave's Dad's bank account."

"Gerry's bank account? Why can't you wire cash?"

"No that's the best way to do it. It will take 24 hours."

"24 hours?"

"Sorry Jordan but that's the best I can do, how you liking London?"

"It's o/k but I would like it better if I had some money in my pocket."

"Sorry nothing I can do about that."

I was taking all this in.

"O/k Jordan there's thing's I need to do now."

"K Dad."

"If there's anything else you need just ask Rachel o/k?"

"Yeah k, bye dad."

As he hung up the phone I went over to him.

"It's o/k Jordan, I'll pay for you if we go anywhere."

"I don't like you paying for everything."

"You paid for me remember?"

"That's different."

"No it's not. Anyway we can do things that don't take a lot of money." I said with a smile on my face.

He too had to smile at that.

"Yeah k... Dave can I ask you a question?"

"Course you can."

"Can we go to bed please?"

My face lit up.

"Yep good idea."

We both striped off and climbed into bed, we both had our own side now, I took the left side, he the right. We just lay there, having a cuddle.

"What time is it here when it's 10am in New York Dave?"

"Three pm, why?"

"The money will be in your dad's account by three pm tomorrow."

I leaned over and kissed him, "Good you're reliant on me now."

"There's no one else that I would rather be reliant on Dave."

We then both dropped off to sleep.

Some time in the night I felt Jordan's cock sticking into me. I was still on my back with him half lying on top of me, and he was slowly humping my right leg. I put my right hand between us and grasped his cock, and as he humped, I wanked him making sure my thumb went over the tip. I felt him spurt into my hand and onto my pubes, and I covered it up with my hands so that it wouldn't get onto the sheets.

"That was good Dave."

"I thought you were asleep?"

"I was but I woke up as I shot."

"Cool."

I managed to get out of bed.

"Where you going Dave?"

"To wash it off my pubes, don't want to get it onto the sheets."

"K."

As I got back, I saw he had put the bedside light on, and on my pillow was the Nivea. He had his back to me, and he was shaking just as though he was crying. I jumped onto the bed to see if he was o/k, and when he turned round he was laughing. I dived on top of him.

"I thought you were crying."

"Why should I cry when I have you?"

We kissed as our cocks crashed together.

"I put that on your pillow so that we could make love, please make love with me Dave."

I sat up took the Nivea, and lifted his legs up so that his knees were almost touching his shoulders. I put some lotion on and in his arse, then on my cock. Pulling my foreskin, I put more lotion on, then placed the tip on his anus and pushed. My cock slowly slid in, and as it did that he jumped, so I looked up at his face and he gave me a beautiful smile.

"I love you Dave."

"I love you too J."

I pushed in further and further till I bottomed out, then I bent down and kissed him and, as I did that, I pulled out a little. Moving back in then out, I slowly speeded up my motion, then I sat up took hold of his cock and started to wank him off.

He was really loose now, and the noise of slurping could be heard as the fluid ran out of his now supple love chute. It ran down, and as my balls slapped into him they too became covered in it. I was still wanking him off when I felt his whole body stiffen, then three jets of cum shot out. I was all the way in, and as I stopped his arse felt like a vice. I could feel it ripple through, and as his orgasm subsided, I started again. I looked up and saw that his eyes were now closed and his hair was sticking to his forehead. Thirty seconds later, I felt it start... It slowly crept up my legs at the same time as it came down from my shoulders, till they all merged together, and I came with such force it must have ended almost in his stomach.

His eyes opened as I was shooting into him. Once I had finished I pulled out so that he could put his legs down, then I looked at the mess that we had just made.

"Oh my god J."

"What?"

"We'd better go and shower, we're in a right mess, and we never used a towel."

"K, lets."

We got out as carefully as we could so as not to make any more mess than we already had. Then we both had a shower, and I went first while Jordan sat on the John, as he likes to call it, getting rid of the outcome of what must have been one of the best orgasms of my life. After J had had his shower we cleaned the up the mess on the sheets, leaving the bed open to dry, and went to sleep in the other bed.

To be continued...