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Josh's Summer Job 3
"Josh."
"Yes."
"Fucked your mom."
"Yep."
"Josh that cuts the lawn."
"Yep."
"You're lyin'."
"No."
"You saw them?"
"Oh yeah."
"Fucking?"
"U huh."
"In your kitchen!"
"It was..."
"Ah ya see, maybe you just thought they were..."
"No, I was going to say it wasn't like we pictured."
"Waddaya mean?"
"He's a stud."
"I know that. We've jerked off together watchin' him cut the damn lawn."
"He's like hung."
"Like that's not obvious from the package in those jeans he wears."
"No, no, no, its not, it's really not. The jeans make him look big, but damn, this thing is fuckin' long."
"How long?"
"I didn't have a tape measure."
"A ruler wouldn't have worked?"
"Maybe not."
"You're fuckin' lyin'."
Billy and his buddy Danny were at the school yard. Following the encounter with Josh, Billy had to talk to someone. Danny was the only one he could confide in. They'd been j/o buddies since junior high. Together they'd learned everything a boy can learn with a member of his own sex. At just under six feet tall and ranging about one hundred and seventy pounds they were nearly identical in height and build. Their coloration differed, Billy being fair and black haired and Danny having a Mediterranean complexion.
"It's gotta be as long as my forearm." Billy said.
"Holy shit."
"I came home. I thought Mom was tenderizing steaks."
"What!"
"It was him poundin' her on the kitchen counter."
"No way."
"and she was lovin' it, growlin', clawin' his back, beggin' for more."
"We've done it pretty hard."
"No way. Dude, this was beyond, like way beyond. Remember that book you had with sex stories and all."
"The one we had to throw away cause the pages got glued together?"
"Yeah, like that, that hot and wild."
"C'mon," Danny said leading the way toward the woodlot behind the school.
"Where ya goin'?"
"Don't you need ta get your nut after seein' all that?"
"There's more."
"Details, details, save it for while we're workin' it."
"He saw me."
"What!"
"He dumps his load and bang we're starin' at each other."
"Tell me you weren't boned and strokin'."
"Didn't take it out, but..."
Danny started laughing.
"Good thing he was naked or he'd have kicked your ass."
"No, we stood there a moment and I got outta there. I felt pretty shitty about the whole thing. Him, my mom, the whole scene. I went for a walk. Ended up sittin' on the front stair. All of a sudden he's there. Wearin' nothin' but these tight cutoffs and ratty sneakers."
"What'd he say?"
"He was concerned."
"Really?"
"Yeah, asked if I was okay, tried to talk to me about it. I really didn't know what to say. He apologized, said he couldn't help it."
"You're Mom is hot dude."
"Shut up!"
"She is."
He said so too, but he said it'd never happen again."
"That's pretty cool."
"And it just kinda blurted out."
"What did you say?"
"That I was hot watchin' him."
"Damn, that set him off I'll bet."
"Nope, I thought it was over too. Out to this major league stud, he's gonna pound me, or maybe just out me to the world, but he's like so?"
"So?"
"Yeah, yeah, like so what? You're no poofter. So a cute guy thinks I'm a hottie. Then he said he'd call me tonight so we could hook up."