Hi, this is my first story, and I am really excited :) to write for everyone. All the usual disclaimers apply, and please be kind :) Flamers are welcome. Flames will be ignored.
Hi, my name is Chad, and at the time, I loved basketball. Loved it. I would play every day, all day if I could, but school and my mom usually kept me from an all-out obsession. So, there I was, 15 years old, and life was great. I had no worries, and no cares. Jerked off every morning, went to school, hung out with my family, and played. I had been going pretty serious with the game, starting around 11. I was never a big guy, even at the time of this story I was only 5'5" 125 lbs. but I loved to play and never turned down a challenge.
Because of this I think, I was chosen for some traveling AAU teams when I was in middle school, and played in some big tournaments in my home state of Florida.. After playing with the traveling teams prior to my freshman year, I started high school in a small catholic program in the South part of the State. At the time, I was really young looking, no facial hair, barely any pit hair, and completely smooth, except for down there :). My hair is/was jet black, straight and short, cut close to keep my baby blues on the game. I loved to play, and my body mirrored that love. My skin was slightly tan, and my stomach was tight, showing the definition of my sit-ups when I played hard and sweat. My arms and body were skinny -- but lithe and muscular (I did have pecs from off-season lifting) -- and I used my size to my advantage. I knew how to move by bigger defenders. I knew how to pass, how to move quickly, and how to work without the ball.
Tryouts for the team that year were almost immediately at the start of the school year, and I think the coaches saw my complete love and enthusiasm for the game. I worked and ran every drill. I moved, pressed, and defended without slowing down, and I never complained. Every player there was bigger than me, so I might not have been the best or biggest to try out, but i still got a spot on the JV and Varsity teams! I was so stoked, and hoped it could be the beginning of something awesome at this new school.
See, at this place I knew no one. It seemed like everyone else knew each other because they had gone to catholic middle schools together, but i had never met or played with any of these new kids. I was playing with all new teammates, and getting to know the landscape of a brand new school.
It just seemed kids there were really tight, all the guys playing around, joshin like they'd known each other forever. Girls walked the halls gigglin and chillin, no one seeming nervous that high school was startin. So, I just mostly kept to myself and waited for bball practice start everyday.
When the first JV practice came along, it was awesome, but friggin grueling. I mean coach worked us to the bone, running wind sprints, long distances, and suicide drills (running the lines of a basketball court). We worked so hard that some kids could not finish, and had to make several stops for water or the bathroom. I just kept on moving, working my ass off with a couple other players. By the time we were done, everybody was drenched in sweat and tired the fuck out. Many guys had their shirts off, and were dripping on the floor. I think coach saw he had done his duty, and blew the whistle to signal the end of practice.
Because it was a small school, I guess at least, most people didn't change or shower in the locker room after practice. They all just kind of headed out, but I had to wait for my mom, so I went to get a drink of water. While I was feeling the cold water in my mouth. I took some and put in my hair and felt it run down my back. It felt so good just standing there. I closed my eyes and waited for a moment to feel the air on me in that gym. I guess I wasn't watching, because i had stood at the fountain a bit too long, and there was a kid behind me waiting for a drink.
He lightly tapped my shoulder, and I opened my eyes to see one of the guys who stuck it through practice with me. He smiled, and asked if he could get a swig.
"Sorry bro," I said and smiled,
The kid smiled back. He was in my class, and I had seen him around campus, hanging out with a bunch of his boys. He was definitely taller than me, but also a guard on the team. Blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was about 5'9" and really muscular. He had his shirt off and I could tell he lifted hard core.
"No worries," he said, and walked to drink from the fountain.
I still kind of stood there, cooling off from practice and kind of just chillin out.
"You are a frickin hustler" he said, moving me out of my trance.
"Dude, I just love to play man," he smiled, and stuck out his hand.
"I'm David."
"Chad," I said shaking his hand and looking him in the eye.
He was totally chill, but there was something in his blue eyes. I could not quite make it out, but he was looking at me deeply, almost staring. There was silence for a second but he kept smiling, and probably realized it might be awkward.
"Dude , a couple of us are gonna go down to the park near Colorado Place on Saturday. We usually hit up the games, then hang out, drink a beer or whatever. You wanna go?"
I was excited a kid on the team wanted to be my friend. I agreed, and went home that night pumped about playing the next day.
When the morning came, I woke up early, and took a shower with the 15-year-old morning wood raging. I started with a thorough cleaning, and then started soaping my dick, thinkin I might jerk off to Amanda Nolan, she was a slight skinny blond, who had the tightest body in my class. I put my hand down there slowly working myself, and closed my eyes. My hand moved faster over my body, and down my abs, slowly touching my cock with my right, then my left, I was thinking about putting my 6" up against her, pushing it, feeling her body against mine. I was just startin to get really hard then as I started to work faster, and then the frickin' cell phone started ringing from my room.
I jumped from the shower and picked it up hard dripping wet. "Hello," I said somewhat pissed.
"Chad, it's your mom, listen honey I have to leave town tonight, so I want you to stay at your friend's house or your grandma's. You got that?"
"Yeah, I mom, I got it." I said as my excitement passed.
"Love you honey, have fun at your basketball game."
The thought of ballin pumped me up as I grabbed my backpack, and forgot about getting off. I went through my drawers, and found some clothes. I put on a pair of blue, tight boxer briefs, with my favorite Miami Heat jersey and basketball shorts. Had my stuff ready within a minute, and got on my bike for the park.
When I got there, David was already waiting, shirt off and playing in a four on four game. I didn't recognize any of the kids he was playing with. They all looked a little older, maybe even college age. The play looked tough and physical too. No fouls called and tough drives to the bucket. I watched David take it to the basket a couple times and he was frickin solid. They would hack the shit out of him, and he'd still finish. He'd run the court and make the extra pass, and hit someone too if they tried to run one on him. I was really impressed, and thought I was in for it that day.
Losers walked, and I got a chance to step right off and play in the next game. This time, I was playing against David and he was physical, no doubt. People would push and shove, he'd make the quick pass, and push or shove back. My teammate would go for the layup, and David would block that shit with ease. You could just tell he was a really strong guard, his defense was just on. I made some layups, ending up pushin and shovin with David a couple time, and just kept hustling, moving without the ball, opening passing lanes, hittin my jumpers. The whole morning just kept up this way. Up and down the court, aggressive play, some trash talk, and some hard core exercise. Eventually we'd switch teams, over and over again.
By 12p.m. everyone was shirtless and sweaty, completely cashed as we battled for every bucket. After the last game, David and I walked to get some water.
"You know you can really play bro," he said.
"Dude I got no where near your D" I replied.
"You got that right, fucker." He said, grabbing his dick.
I smirked and drank as he stretched his muscles.
"So you wanna come over and hang out? Looks like none of the other guys came out to play today."
"Sure dude, I gotta go to my Grandma's a little later though, my mom's goin out of town."
"Oh dude, stay with me tonight, my parents don't mind, and my brother should be out of the house. We'll have beer, so it'll be cool."
That idea sounded good to me. I'd never really tried beer before, and thought I'd give it a shot. My life had been pretty sheltered to this point, so anything that sounded rebellious was cool by me, and hanging out with David seemed so cool. The kid had game, and was a ferocious fuckin player. He was cool though too, and always seemed totally at ease and chill.
"Sounds tight dude, I'm in." I said, as we walked back to our bikes.
We rode back to his house together, and went up to his room. Unfortunately, it seemed they did not have air conditioning that day, because the repairmen botched the job. David told me no worries, and left me in his room while he went downstairs to get the beer. The place was pretty cool, he had basketball posters and magazine covers from all over, with a big screen TV for video games, and a large queen sized bed. Right next door was his bro's room, and they shared a bathroom that had a jacuzzi tub.
"Pretty frickin sweet" I said as David walked into the room with our beers.
"Yeah, it's home" he said, smiling at me with those eyes again.
We both sat there in our basketball shorts, no shirts, still sweating, taking a swig of beer. I almost closed my eyes, and spit it right out. David just laughed and said something about me taking it, that I'd get used to it. He smiled again, this time almost smirking, showing off his teeth and eyes.
"Dude, we gotta change or my room will smell like ass for the rest of the week." David said as he took off his basketball shorts, showing me his tight grey Hanes briefs.
I looked through my backpack. Then I looked again. Shit... "Sorry bro, looks like I forgot to bring an extra pair of boxers." Shuffling through, pissed that I was in such a rush earlier that I must have forgot.
"It's alright, I got some extra pairs here somewhere that will probably fit you." He said, rifling through his dresser. "Here,"
He threw me a pair of Hanes briefs, sized small, and I just looked at them, not really sure what to do.
"It's alright man, all dudes here" he said, as he turned sideways to me, and pulled down his briefs. I couldn't help but look. His cock was bigger than mine, probably about 8" if hard, and set in a trimmed bush of blonde pubes. He just nonchalantly bent over picked up his other pair of briefs and his clothes, then turned to me.
"Give me your shit dude, I'll go throw this stuff in the washer."
I just looked at him, and he smiled. I thought ok, and pulled off my basketball shorts. He looked again, this time at my underwear, smirking. Then he looked back at me, like c'mon dude, let's go, so I turned around and pulled down my boxer briefs. I quickly fumbled and put on his briefs, and started to turn towards him. For a second there, I thought I saw him staring at me, almost looking at my ass. Then I thought nah, I'm just out of it, ready to pass out, as I passed him my clothes.
He walked downstairs again, and I just kind of looked around at his video game selection. I thought for a second I might go through his dresser, and look for a pair of shorts. Then I thought that might not be cool. So, I sat down in the briefs, just kind of near the TV, and took another drink of beer. This time it wasn't so bad, and I started to think I could really drink it. David walked back in his briefs with two more beers and set them down beside us.
"You wanna play Madden?" he asked?
"You wanna lose at Madden?" I replied.
He punched me in the shoulder. "Shit" I said feeling the bruise starting.
"Sorry dude, sometimes I think you're bigger than you are. The way you play, it's like you're 6'3."
"It's alright bro, I'm good. Let's play some Madden." I said, smiling at his compliment as he turned on the game.
"We can play dude, but it's better on the buzz. Chug this first beer now, so we can hit the second."
I hit it like a champ this time, saying 'aight,' and chugging it down together with David. He watched me drink it intently while he chugged, and in about a minute, the first beer was cashed. After finishing, I waited a couple seconds, then I almost yakked. David just laughed. Then I burped and somehow everything was cool, and David thought that shit was hilarious. We both laughed this time, and together we went at it in Madden. I don't know why -- maybe the beer -- but I just completely forgot that I was sitting there in a tight pair of briefs with my new friend. I ended up taking care of business, and spanked him 49-35, all the while finishing the second bottle.
He laughed, and I asked if he wanted a rematch.
"Nah," he said, "I'm going to get us another beer."
Now by this time I was starting to feel it, and almost said I needed a breather, but thought better of it. I thought David was really cool, and did not want him to think I was a pussy. So, he showed back up again this time with two beers each, saying "listen dude, let's cash one then play a drinking game."
"I'll try dude." as we both chugged a whole Miller Lite bottle. After that, I was feeling totally light-headed... but the feeling was actually pretty good. My head was kind of light, and I had the feeling of being completely chill and relaxed.
"Dude, you chugged that thing like a champ, you alright?"
"Yeah bro, you?"
"Feeling good dude, feeling real good," there was that smile again. "You ready to play a drinking game?"
"Sure bro, let's go."
"Alright dude, here sit across from me." he said, as he sat down on the floor. I moved next to him, and we sat facing each other, almost staring into each other's eyes.
"Ok bro, here's the game, it's truth or dare drinking. You can only ask for one truth question, as many dares as you want, or if you don't like either, you have to chug half a beer."
If I wasn't half drunk at the time, this would have probably sounded kind of weird to me. I mean I had never played a game like this with any of my friends before, and the situation was kind of different. I mean I had never been hanging out with another kid for this long in just a tight pair of underwear playing a game of truth or dare. Then again though, I just thought David was so cool. He just seemed so at ease, and he was such a talented player, so physical. I was buzzed, and just thought he wanted to hang... It was almost like I wanted that too, so I went along.
"Ok," he said, "Truth or dare?"
I thought a minute, and thought ok, let's stick with something easy, "Truth," I said.
"Ok bro, but this is your only one." He smiled, putting his head back, thinking what he wanted to ask. "How many girls have you fucked?"
Now I had never actually fucked before. I wanted to, but the next door neighbor girl, maybe about 18, would only blow me, and she wasn't that good. I told him that, and David busted out laughing.
"Too much teeth, huh? You need to find someone that knows what they're doin." He said, and we both talked about how it felt to have one.
"Ok, my turn," he volunteered "I'm gonna chug half of this beer."
He did it no problem, and I was pretty amazed. At this point I was so full of beer, there's no way I could handle it. My head was kind of swimming, and I mean I was feeling good, just kind of laughing and chillin, relaxed now with the game and David.
"Ok dude, you gotta choose, dare. I don't think you can handle a half of beer." He smiled.
"Alright dude, I choose dare."
"Hmmmm.... Ok, I dare you to take off your briefs there, and walk around the house one time."
I paused. "Are you crazy dude," I said, "Someone could see me."
"No worries, my parents are out till 5:00, and my bro Kyle won't be home. No one's here."
I hesitated again.
"Well, you could just chug this other half of beer?"
"Nah" I said, as I stood up.
When I did, I realized I was kind of wobbly, and David stood up and caught me. "Whoa dude" he said, "here let me help you."
He steadied me and we were touching just kind of not moving for a couple seconds. I felt light headed again, and then I felt him hold me a little tighter. Then he took his hands and put them in the waistband of my briefs, I almost jumped at being touched, but he just steadied me again, and this time pulled them down slowly to my feet. "Here," he said getting me to awkwardly lift my feet as the briefs came off. "Now go on." he smiled. At first, I just stood there and he looked at me, then at my cock, and gave me the look to start walkin. I was drunk then I realized, and just kind of moved slowly from there to the stairs, laughing now at how I felt, findin the experience funny and really weird. I was about to make it to the stairs when I felt David's hands on my waist.
"Let's just make it the upstairs dude. I'm not sure you're gonna make it." We both kind of laughed and stumbled back to the room
"Give me some underwear back mofo." I said, drunk laughing as we sat down.
"Dude you should be proud of what you have there," he said pointing at my cock. "It's really big for your size, and your body is so tight." as he looked at me closely, inspecting my stomach, my chest, and then down there. I saw him look, moving down from my stomach, looking at my little black pubes, starting to stare at my cock... I don't know why, but when he said this, then started looking, I started to feel red, and my dick started to respond. Blood started rushing, and I started sweating... I was getting hard in front of David!
He totally pretended not to notice, and turned away, saying "OK, my turn again, what dare you want me to do?"
"I dare you to give me my underwear back." I said my face and body turning red.
David laughed, "Alright dude, if it'll make you feel better, I'll take mine off too." He said as he stood up.
And that's when I first noticed it, David's whole body. He was built so perfectly. 5'9" about 165 pounds, and he had this perfect smile and v-line shape. His hair so blond and cut so tight. His eyes were so deep blue, again just giving me that stare. I looked down at his chest and then his abs. It was like his six pack was sticking out, moving with his heavy breath, as he started to turn red also, glistening with new sweat.. He put his own fingers in the waist band of his briefs, right where his stomach made v-lines to his pelvis, the veins showing from his breathing. He stopped for a second, and then looked directly at me--- this he smiled again, running his fingers down his smooth chest to his light blond treasure trail. It was like he wanted me to watch as his fingers moved to his sides, the v's arched perfectly as pulled the briefs down, showing his blondness again, and his dick. This time it was really big, harder ---- slowly building to
fullness.
I just sat on the floor and stared, completely fazed by the whole thing. It was like all these new emotions opened up, and I was feeling everything so intensely. David just stared into my eyes not saying a thing, and then looking at his dick. Then he looked at me, and licked his full pink lips. Totally paralyzed, I just sat there as he walked up to me, my head whirling from the alcohol, the heat, and David's body. He was completely up to me now, looking at me slowly, as he moved down to come face to face with me. I could smell him, the sweat from the game, the shots, the defense, the hard fouls. He just continued to stare with those eyes right into mine, and he moved closer touching his lips, then so lightly, to mine. I didn't move, I just kind of moaned as I felt David press me and bend down putting his strong hand on my cock. I fought now this time with my body, but almost got harder as I felt him try to touch me and kiss me harder.
We both were hard now, and I could feel David trying to take control, trying to push me back, when I heard it...
"What the fuck!?!?" yelled the voice from the doorway.
We both looked up, completely mortified to see a kid of about 17, 6'0' tall, skinny with basketball shorts and no shirt on. His short blond hair was dripping wet as stared at us both naked and hard.
"Dude, Kyle, it's not... Shit dude, it's fucking nothing.. Get the fuck out!" David cried. He was scared; I could see it.
"Fucking A, D., I always figured you for a fag! I knew someday this shit was gonna happen, watching how you worked with kids at school. When I saw this kid at tryouts, I knew the two of you would fag out together. Just look at him!" as Kyle pointed to me. "Dude, he's a fuckin fairy! Look at his lips, look at how small he is! Everyone is gonna be soo tripped out when I tell them about you guys!"
Just then, I was already tripped out, but I got completely fucking scared. I never thought of myself as gay or a fag or whatever. I head the way kids talked about fags, and there was no way I wanted to deal with that shit at school, especially one where I knew only David, and some kids from the team. What had just happened to me was like some kind of reaction, it wasn't even thoughtful.
I think at this point David and I sobered up real fast. He started kind of sobbing almost, and I was just completely fuckin mortified. I didn't even know what to say, so it was David that said something first.
"Dude Kyle, please don't tell anyone please!" He started shaking. "We'll do anything dude, please don't tell."
I just kind of nodded there. It was so weird to see David, this fuckin bad ass player be like this though. I had no idea what to do, and I was just completely lost in the situation. I knew Kyle from tryouts, and figured him to be the best athlete on the team. He was skinny but so quick and so fast --- way faster than me or David. He could block shots like no one else, and his sheer power willed him to the bucket all the time. By far, he was the most well-known player on the varsity team, and I knew people would believe him when they heard I was some kind of faggot.
Kyle sat there and thought for less than ten seconds.
"Ok dude, tell you what. I've been workin out all day, and I want to finish the day with some... some fuckin release. I could definitely get my cock sucked, and tour friend the fag here.." he pointed at me, "is going to put those lips to good use, and take care of it right now. If he doesn't everyone's gonna know about you guys."
David looked at me pleadingly, his eyes close to red. I just looked back, completely blank, I just wanted to say, "no fucking way," and climb under the bed. But Kyle walked into the room now. His hair and legs still wet, his chest and stomach dripping from playing outside. His skinny body was moving closer and closer to me.
"So how bout it cock sucker, we got a deal?"
I shook my head. "I don't w... I've never done this before, I don't think I'm ..."
He stopped me, "Shut the fuck up bro, I just saw you hard kissing my fucking brother. Suck me now dude or I'm going to tell everyone."
He walked all the way up to me now, and I was vulnerable. No clothes, no where to go, not really even sure if I had a friend. David was just of sitting off there behind me, staring at us both, I think.
That's when Kyle's hand moved towards me on the floor, and he started to move down his shorts. His body smelled of the workout, and he showed it off to me as he pulled them down. His arms were tight and veined, the muscles were skinny but defined. His body was wet with sweat but really trim and moved with his completely tight muscle. He had no hair there just some on his treasure trail like David. He flexed his skinnny stomach as the shorts came completely off, and he stood there right in front of me in a wet pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs, tenting from the start of a hard cock.
"Touch my stomach." he said roughly.
I just sat there, completely motionless, petrified of what would happen.
"I know you want to fag, I see you looking. Go ahead and touch."
I looked at David. He just watched me motionless, his body completely still, scared I think of his brother... So I did it. I put my hand out and touched Kyle's abs, feeling them, slipping my hand over them and down his wet treasure trail. I had no idea what I was doing, it was almost like another person there.
Kyle moved another step towards me and his crotch, hard and wet I could see, was right in my face.
"Now pull them down," he said "and put it in your mouth."
I looked over at David and he was still just sitting there watching. I could see his cock getting hard again.
"Fuckin do it now fag!" Kyle barked.
That broke my trance and I moved my hands down to Kyles waist band. I slowly puled down and they came off with the smell of basketball and sweat right on me. As I pulled, I saw his tight V, his flat pelvis, the veins around the tightness, then Kyle's own trim blond bush, almost like his brother's..... Then it hit me literally. Kyle pushed forward and his dick popped out and hit me in the face. It was long, about 9" and rock solid hard. He intentionally hit me with it, I knew that, and he laughed.
"Now open your sweet lips there kid, and take it. I knew from the first time I saw you workin at tryouts that you'd want it."
I just sat there and stared. Then Kyle took his hand, put it on my head and guided his cock head to my lips..
"Open you mouth." He said as he put the head right up to my lips.
I just opened, and looked up at him. My face red and sweaty. My body trembling from fear and alcohol. Slowly, Kyle pushed the head past my lips and moved half of his cock in my mouth. It was slim and veiny, and went into my mouth really slow. At that moment, everyone in that room let out a breath, as Kyle directed me, telling me to use my lips and my tongue..
At first he just held it there, and I tasted it... it was salty and slick with the taste of his precum. I didn''t want to do anything because... I think I was almost scared.
But Kyle grunted and grabbed my head.
"Come on fucker!" He pushed me down further on his cock and it went deep, choking me. I gagged, and Kyle laughed.
"Move your lips over it. No teeth. Suck it the way you know how."
I don't know what came over me -- at first I just wanted it to be over -- but I started moving my lips over his cock. It was light and smooth, and slowly moved my lips up and down. Every once in awhile, wetting them with my spit. Like I said I just wanted it to be done at first and wanted no one to know, but then I don't know for some reason unknown to me at the time.... I just started to explore, doing what Kyle said. I licked the end of it, and moved my lips up and down the shaft, feeling the soft skin but the heat and hardness of him, putting my tongue on the bottom of it and licking towards the tip, and then putting my tongue on the far end at his slit. Then using my lips and going all the way down again. Kyle moaned and I felt David come closer to me, looking at what I was doing with my mouth.
Previously my cock had kind of died when Kyle walked in, but as I was moving my lips and tasting him, I started to get hard. At the time, I had no idea why. There was no time to think I guess, as both of us really started to sweat.
"Go faster." he yelled, and I moved faster over his cock slipping my spit all over, feeling the saliva running from my mouth around my lips and on to the floor, dripping everywhere.
Now, I was just doing it, and I wasn't even thinking, almost like a reaction that I had.
"I knew you were a fag." Kyle said, then grabbed the back of my head and started breathing heavy.
"Take it. Take it deeep and all the way."
I felt him push at my head now and hold it. He started moving his hips, and pushing it past my original comfort zone and deep into my mouth, touching my throat. I gagged.
Then he smiled, "You like this D, you little homo."
I only felt David behind me and his hand just stroked my shoulders for a second. "Go ahead." I heard.
That's when Kyle started grunting. His smell was so intense, and he was so strong. He grabbed my head with both hands and held me, and I could no longer move. That's when he just started fucking.
"Uh Uh Uh, Ohhh you fuckin fag. You're mouth. Uhhh uuhhh."
He had me completely motionless now just fucking into my mouth with his dick. I was completely detached, and it was almost like I was watching from a distance away as he fucked into me. I didn't even want to fight, as my eyes turned to David's mirror, and watched Kyle's strong ass forcing forward, giving me all of his cock...
"Uhh Uhhhh," he moaned as I choked and gagged. He kept pushing and I started to fall forward. My dick now completely deflating, my stomach and body muscles tired from the game and Kyle's strength.
"OHHH Shit, I'm gonna cum. Take it mother fucker, take it." He cried, as he shot a stream of juice in my mouth and throat. Then another. Then one more. It was like a river as I fell forward and gagged, the cum and spit falling to the floor, completely fuckin tired, cashed, and embarassed.
The taste was sour and salty, and I almost heaved as I let it out of my mouth, my head reeling around the situation, really not sure what had happened.
I looked up at Kyle, my mouth still tasting of cum and my body covered in sweat. He just stood there motionless. His body and abs were shining, and his eyes were closed as he finished coming down. When he finally opened them, he just smiled, and looked down at his body, then at my body. He shook his dick a couple of times at me, giving me the remnants of cum and spit in my short hair.
"Now put on some clothes you faggots, I can hear Mom and Dad outside."
Almost immediately then, David was right in front of me, still completely rock solid hard, while Kyle pulled his underwear and shorts over his still hard dick.
"Here, hurry dude take this!" David said, as he threw me the tight briefs and a pair of his basketball shorts. I was scared again. Scared that people would know what happened, scared that his parents would find out, scared that I got hard in front of and with other guys.
I just laid there on the floor as David was trying to get his briefs over his still hard dick, and Kyle walked into his room.
"C'mon dude, you want my parents to see?" as he put on his shirt, he bent down next to me and tried to kiss me on the lips, trying to give me his tongue. I turned away and felt his hands put my legs through the briefs pulling them up as far as he could, telling me to chill, telling me that he was going to make it 'ok'.
***Ok guys, this is the end of the first installment. I'm thinking about writing a couple more, so your comments and feedback are welcome. Thanks for reading, and thank you for your ideas ***