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My Room Part Two
Wow, Thanks Nifty Readers you guys are really great! I got some good advice and none too soon. Neville, BiGuy & Shannon were the best. They told me to get back in that bed, and I'm glad I did. I guess I told you it was early so Kent was still sleeping and it was easy to pull the sheet up enough to crawl in next to him. Of course, with the sheet up, I had a good look, if you know what I mean. Man, Kent was right! He DID get hard while he slept. I guess that's what they call a morning wood, right? The head of his dick extended out about six inches and the pee hole had a bead of moisture rolling out of it. It was a decent dick, not that I'm an expert, but you can imagine Kent Baxter. He sure wouldn't have a BAD dick now would he? So anyway, I'm in bed next to him and of course, my dick is copying his in shape and hardness. The two heads are very close. I'm just staring at his and wondering what to do next, when Kent moves and groans as his hand moves down and he arm came right on top of my dick. Oh crap, I'm caught under him. It feels good, but I can feel my balls begin to boil and think, 'I can't blow a load on Kent Baxter.' If that got around, I'd be dead. His arm is moving on me. OHMYGOD! His HAND is on me! I don't think I can handle this. I think he's asleep, so I have to get my dick out of there before... Oh crap! I feel it beginning and quickly pull my dick away, feeling his hand slide along the shaft and tweak the head. I turn just in time to blow my load all over the sheets. Damn, what a mess.
Crap! I think he's waking up, so I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. Do I get a glass of water? No wait, I see the shampoo. You know, it's the green kind. I really like it. It makes my hair squeak when I'm washing it and I think it gives me good body as I look into the mirror admiring my do. I wonder if Kent used my shampoo last night. Oh yeah, Kent's waking up and I can't let him see my cum all over the bed sheets.
Ok so I run back out with the shampoo, I hate to waste it, but get there just in time for his eyes to open as I pour the thick liquid all over my cum mess. Kent kind of looks at me like I'm a complete idiot. Better he thinks that than that I came all over the bed.
"Morning, Nicky. What are you doing?"
"Oh I wanted to show you my shampoo, it really gives you good body, not that you don't already have a good body, I mean I'm not checking out your body; it's your hair. You know the hair on your head." I am such a dork.
Kent smiles and says, "Let me help you clean that up. Where are the new sheets? We'll need to change the bed."
I forgot which one of you guys told me to stick my dick up his butt (gross). But now that Kent is walking across the room to get new sheets, I'm beginning to understand. Oh, crap. He's bending over. Am I supposed to look at that? Holy cow he has a really nice ass, no hair around the hole or anything. Damn, maybe that dick sticking isn't a bad idea.
Kent turns around carrying the sheets with his dick swinging back and forth. He looks at me and says, "Hey Nick, do you stay hard all the time? You should do something about that. You do beat off, right?"
"Yeah, sorry, it just happens," I replied turning to hide my hard dick.
"Well take care of it, or can we go eat breakfast," he asked.
"Yeah sure let's go eat." I jump at the chance to change the subject and head for the door.
"Hey Nicky, you really don't want to go out there like that, do you?" he asked.
"What?" Oh crap, I'm a real dork. How embarrassing; I was heading out the door without anything on.
Anyways, we both throw some clothes on. Kent looks great even in hang around clothes. I've got to get control of myself I think.
Anyway, after breakfast we head out and shoot baskets for a while. A few of the guys come out and are impressed that I'm hanging with Kent. A couple of the guys look at each other when they learn he's staying with me. I'm thinking, 'I'm cool man, I'm with Kent Baxter.'
Later in the day, Kent and I are just having a coke and he says, "Hey Nick, are you going to the party tonight?"
"What party?" I say.
"You know, Bryan Gleeson's party."
"Who?"
"Bryan Gleeson, the quarterback for our school football team," he informs me.
"Oh, that Bryan Gleeson. No, I got things to do," I lie.
Yeah I got things to do. Let's see, there's a burnt out light in Mom's room, I need to chase the dust bunnies from under my bed. Did I say there's a burnt out light in Mom's room?
Kent says, "There are going to be a lot of chicks there, maybe you can get that problem of yours handled." He smiles and looks at the new hardon under my shorts.
"Yeah, maybe another time," I say.
"Yeah, you date Sarah Bishop right? Maybe she can take care of it for you."
"No, Sarah's Mom doesn't allow her to have sex," I reply.
Kent laughs at me, and says, "You are such a joker, Nick. Her Mom doesn't allow her. That's really funny. I like hanging with you."
"Yeah, I'm a real joker, that's for sure," I laugh.
What did I say that was so funny?
"Well she's going to be there tonight so maybe I'll find out if she always listen to Mommy for you," he smiles.
"Yeah, great, find out. Sure, that would be great," I lie.
So now I wonder if Sarah will get to have fun with Kent Baxter before I do. I hate my life.
Okay here's the question: Should I ask Kent to take me to the party, just to protect myself with Sarah? What if I don't and she does. You know what I mean? Plus, I think the light bulb and the dust bunnies can wait, this is Kent Baxter and he DOES like hanging with me. Man, this morning he was really hanging. So help guys. What should I do?
Nicky