MORE OF... REDHEADED TOBY, HIS PEE, and ME
by Donny Mumford
Toby Hobbs and me have only had gay sex together two times so far but I'm confident there's gonna be more, and the sooner the better. He told me he's always liked me, which I kinda already knew; plus, since he doesn't have a girlfriend at the moment I'm his primary sexual outlet. It's cool to finally be a participating member of the gay lifestyle, sexually speaking. In my case I need to first accommodate Toby's smoking and pee fetishes, then the real sex follows that. I don't even mind the pee so much because it's Toby's, and pee is sterile. As for the smoking, I was a full-time smoker myself until just last year. Cigarettes have become wicked expensive and there are more and more "NO SMOKING" areas so it was harder and harder to find a place to enjoy a cigarette... that's why I quit. But, if I need to smoke to satisfy Toby, it's a no-brainer... I'll smoke and enjoy it too. Mostly I like sucking his big cock, and I absolutely love having him pound that big hard thing up my ass. I've been back in Lawrence less than two weeks, but that's plenty of time to hook-up with Toby for some sex... he scoped-out my gayness my first day back as a matter of fact. We were friends growing-up years ago although we never did anything remotely gay back then. For sure I was plenty fascinated with him but had no clue why. Figured it out while I lived in Cleveland... discovered I was gay and I'm guessing I'd been subconsciously hot for Toby. My dad and me left town before my nuts dropped so at the time I didn't know shit about sex. It was more a matter of me looking-up to Toby back then, with a bit of hero worship too I guess. I remember the weird buzzing feeling I'd get in my belly when we'd wrestle or have any kind of physical contact as kids... the buzzing was low in my belly, down near my little-boy penis. While in Cleveland puberty overtook me and my attraction to boys became obvious although I never did find a boy there who would join with me for a little gay sex. There was this one acquaintance that I mentioned earlier, a redhead like Toby, named Cory. He wanted to have a sexy encounter with me but he could never quite pull the trigger even though I told him any number of times I was willing. Remembering Cory, I made sure to avoid his mistake when Toby offered to let me suck his cock... I pulled the trigger and took him up on it.
He's not gay, by the way... Toby. No, he's a hound dog for twat and tits, as he puts it, not cock and balls. When I said he "likes me" I meant as a friend not anything else. He's my age... eighteen, we'll both be going into twelfth grade at Lawrence High School this Fall where he'll probably find himself another girlfriend. A girlfriend for Toby means I'll be on the bench, so ta speak... I'm a second-choice pinch-hitter except for one thing. That one thing is this... I'm the only one, boy or girl, that let's Toby enjoy his full-blown golden shower fetish. Yep, he did it to me a few days ago... me sitting naked in his bathtub all slippery with his freshly peed pee. He gets real excited peeing on me... afterward he fucked me, and I sucked his cock after that so it was a hot ole' time for both of us. I haven't seen him since the golden shower though. He told me not to pester him so I hesitate to knock on his door, actually it's taken all my will power to stay away. Toby's like a magnet to me and I kinda miss following him around like I used to do... hell, I'd do it now if he'd let me. On the other hand, we both have jobs so it wouldn't be possible even if he didn't mind... he's a life guard at the YMCA and I'm the carpenter's gofer at my Uncle Charles' construction site where we're renovating some of the old abandoned brick textile mills along the Merrimack river... changing them into condos, upscale shops, restaurants, and that sort of thing.
My dad and I moved back here precisely because of this construction project and let me tell ya, I couldn't be happier about it. Gone seven years and we come back to rent a place on the same street we lived on before, North Street... this time in an old row home. We live close enough to the work site that I can walk home after work, which is what I'm doing right now. Toby gets out of work an hour after me so I'm gonna get cleaned-up and then go pester him to fuck me because my will power to stay away is all used up. It's probably sounding like I'm a slut or a nymphomaniac or something, but I'm not. Most people that know me think... Hey, that Billy Sullivan is an awfully good kid... you know, a hard working, conscientious, regular kid... clean-cut, nice looking, never gets in trouble, smiley and friendly etc. etc... and that's all true too. I just happen to also be gay and have a huge crush on Toby Hobbs, who just happens to be a smoking fool who likes to piss on me before he fucks me or lets me suck his cock, that's all there is to it really... we're cool with everything, we're with the same program as most teens. Hell, Toby's an honor-role student, he just happens to also be a tad horny and needs his sex... me too; I mean about the sex, I'm not an honor roll student.
I need to walk home because my dad's workday goes later than mine and he has the car... no problem though, I'm good with it. Working for Uncle Charles' company is kind of fun, no heavy lifting and the carpenters are easy-going guys, lots of laughs. I'm one of the few white workers on the job though so that's a little weird. Almost everyone is Hispanic which isn't surprising I guess, sixty-eight percent of Lawrence's seventy-two thousand residence are either Dominican, Puerto Rican, Hispanics, or Latinos. They're all good guys and hard workers too, certainly not part of the thirty-four percent of Lawrence residence living under the poverty level. Speaking of that, right now I'm walking by some young tough looking dudes who are busy smoking and cursing and looking angry... probably making fun of me too but I don't speak the language so I can't be sure, but I'm thinking that these guys just might be part of that under-the-poverty-level group. I'm careful to keep my eyes averted cause I don't need trouble. Not that anyone's bothered me on my walks so far... I do wish I was a little tanner, if you know what I mean. Frankly, I think most Hispanic boys have the sexiest looks... their complexion is so hot. I'd love to have an Hispanic or Latino boyfriend and maybe something will develop along those lines in High School. For now though, it's redheaded Toby Hobbs who gets me feeling all squirmy and horny. Actually, I get that way from just saying his name in my head and the only thing tan about Toby are his freckles. I don't know, there's just something about Toby that I can't get enough of.
As I'm approaching Bali's Tropical Cafe who should walk out the front door but the object of my daydreaming... Toby Hobbs, in the flesh... what the fuck's he doing here? Naturally he's got a cigarette between his lips... and, oh no, he's with a girl. God dammit! A heavy set girl with her hand on that great ass of his, the very ass I squeezed while I sucked him off the other day. Is that what the girls see in him, his ass? Is that the mysterious "something" that I see in him too? I've got both hands in my pockets playing with myself as I watch him from a block and a half away. Toby exhales a long stream of cigarette smoke and my dick gets hard. It reminds me of him smoking a cigarette while fucking me... I can almost feel his large cock inside me. Ha! that afternoon I was slipping around in the piss on the bottom of his bathtub, almost cracked my head open on the side of the tub when he first drove that boner of his up my ass. My first time getting fucked in a pee lined bathtub... my first time getting fucked under any circumstances actually. But, oh my God, cigarette smoke all around us, Toby relentlessly humping that long boner way up inside me... it was awesome. Jesus, I'm short of breath just thinking about us doing that... it was so special for me! OK, now Toby's heading up the sidewalk away from me and that fat bitch has her hand in his back pocket. Damn, just look at him... that orange/red burr haircut of his shining in the sunlight as he swaggers up the sidewalk like he owns the fucking place. God, his hair is something... when he first gets it cut it's so short around his ears it appears whitest/blond. That's exactly the way it looked two weeks ago when I saw him after being away all those years and it looked exactly that way when I said goodbye to him seven years ago too. I had tears running down my face that day... Toby had a puzzled expression, both of us were eleven years old.
He doesn't notice me walking in his direction because that fat cow is getting all his attention. Then they stop, Toby flicks his cigarette butt into the street and half turns toward me to cup his hands around a match lighting another Winston... he's a friggin chain smoker for real. Looking at his thin, pale, freckled arms makes me smile because he's got this funny habit of smelling the back of his wrist or rubbing his nose up and down his forearm... wonder what it smells like, I'd like to do it too... with his arm I mean, not mine. And, what a great profile he has... I love his pug nose and his full sexy lips. Ya know, I dreamed of kissing him two nights ago, kissing him on those puffy lips and it caused one of those nocturnal emission thingies, made me climax in my sleep... ewww, it was messy in bed when I woke-up. I'm keeping pace with Toby and his hefty companion because it's fun looking at him. He starts laughing at something she said and coughs out swallowed smoke, his teeth are the whitest teeth I've ever seen... they're pretty, even with all the smoking he does. Toby's a unique looking boy, very attractive as far as I'm concerned. I'm too far away to see, but I know he has that pale peach fuzz on his upper lip and low at each sideburn too... wonder why he doesn't shave it. His eyebrows and lashes are almost white, which is a little weird but on him it's OK. He looks taller than he is because he's so slim... fact is he's only two inches taller than me... I'm five-foot nine-inches and almost as skinny as Toby except my arms and legs aren't as thin as his which helps make him appear taller. Today he's wearing baggy shorts that extend down to his knees, his oversized T-shirt is tucked inside his underwear so I can see the waist band and two inches of his blue striped boxer shorts. His long hairless legs with hard looking calf muscles are so sexy. And of course his ass is fabulous... that lardo with him needs to get her hand out of his back pocket though!
Picking up my pace I'm trying to think if I should catch-up with them. Maybe it'll piss Toby off if I do. Fuck it! I'm catching up, so I jog the next block and yell, "Yo, Toby... wait up, dude." He stops immediately to turn around and with a sexy smirk on his face yells back, "Billy, where the fuck ya been. I thought you were coming down to see me." Well I'll be damned, I could have gone down after all. Hustling up to him I say, "I'm sorry, dude, but I didn't want to be a pest. Ya know what I mean?" He does that easy laugh of his and goes, "Oh yeah, I did say something like that, didn't I." Then looking at the chubby girl he says, "Julia, this is Billy Sullivan, we grew-up together. Billy, meet Julia Corona". We nod at each other, she's obviously Dominican with that surname and her tan complexion... the complexion looks much better on boys somehow. I go, "Nice to meet ya" then just to say something else, I go "Um,Toby... did you get out of work early today?" He laughs again and says, "It's my day off, I work Saturdays you know" and we walk, three-across, down the sidewalk with fat Julia in the middle... she isn't much of a communicator so it's just me asking Toby questions and him answering them until we get to his shit-box faded blue Toyota. "You need a ride, Billy? I gotta drop Julia off, then we could hang-out... OK?" Excitedly I say, "That's da bomb, Toby... awesome, dude!." He calmly says, in an offhand manner, "Don't call me dude, alright?". I mumble, "Um... ah, OK... sorry"... a smile from Toby and a pat on the back of my head. Gee, he turns me on like nothing else ever has... what is it about him?
Toby drives into the center of Lawrence with Julia in the passenger seat and me in the back. Pulling up to a large apartment building he says, "I just thought of something, Julia. Your Momma home this afternoon?" She gets a little excited, like I'd gotten earlier when I thought Toby and me were gonna do something together. She answers quickly, "No she's not, Toby" then her head turns toward me slightly and, with far less enthusiasm, she asks, "But, ah... what we gonna do wit him?" and thrust her thumb in my direct. Toby, oblivious to subtle body language, says "Don't worry about Billy, we're tight... he's cool, he can wait in the kitchen... give him a coke or something... ha ha". She does a big noisy, exasperated exhale and says, "Oh, I guess...". Toby ignores her entirely now, lights another Winston, inhales a long drag, turns around to exhale the smoke in my direction and asks, "Ya want a cigarette, Billy?" Thinking it might annoy Julia I say, "Thanks, Toby..." He rustles the pack out of his side pocket and passes it to me along with a book of matches. "Come on up to Julia's place for a few minutes, I gotta... heh heh, help her with something." He doesn't think for a second I won't do what he says, he's already turned his attention back to Julia, "Let's go, baby..". We all pile out of the car. I get the cigarette going... I'm resigned to taking up smoking full time again, Toby expects me to. Following them inside and up three flights of stairs, all the time wondering if it's OK to smoke inside her apartment. Toby's apparently going to, so what the fuck. She fumbles a key out of a purse big enough to be an overnight bag and inside we go... her apartment's messy and smells funny. Pointing to the kitchen, Toby says to me, "Wait in there, Billy" and he takes Julia's hand leading her down the hallway... guess he's been here before. Sitting at the small kitchen table I'm thinking "Thought he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment.... hmmmm?" I hear nothing for a couple minutes, then Toby comes down the hall with his shorts unbuckled and a condom in his hand... he says, "Billy, you got my fucking cigarettes, man. What's up with that? heh heh". He wasn't mad or upset, just direct. I say "I'm sorry" and Toby smiles, mumbling "It's alright, I'm fucking with ya, that's all". Then, leaving another smoke for me, Toby takes the pack with him saying, "Smoke that while you're waiting, Billy. Get used to smoking, OK?". So, I'm sitting in the kitchen smoking my second cigarette thinking "Toby likes to smoke when he's having sex... guess it's sexy alright". Then I think "but if he's fucking her, where's that leave me?"
A minute later Julia comes down the hall wearing only a bra and panties... whoa, big thighs. Without saying a word she opens the refrigerator, pulls out a can of coke and slams it on the kitchen table in front of me, then back down the hall stomping her feet with each step. I liked that, Toby was thinking about me. Twenty minutes later he strolls down that well travelled hall buckling his belt and whistling. "Let's go Billy" he says and I'm up immediately, following him down the steps. He's in a good mood... neither of us brings up Julia. "You know what's up, Billy... you need to buy me a pack of Winstons and a six pack of beer, that's what's up." I'm like, "Ah, yeah..." then, as we're exiting the building I sort of whine like Cory used to do, saying, "but I can't get the six pack because I can't pass for twenty-one". Toby smells the back of his wrist, rubs it back and forth against his nose, then sniffs a few times before pointing at a convenience store across the street, "They'll sell anybody cigarettes over there and then I'll drive to a place that will probably sell us some beer. You got the money right?" I go, "Yeah, I guess..." Toby turns facing me and gently says, "You don't need to buy anything you don't want to, but it really is only fair that you do. When we're together we drink beer and we smoke, right?... one time you buy and the next time I buy... that's fair isn't it?" I'm like, "Oh, yeah... of course,Toby. I just thought..." and then I kind of ran out of words and stopped talking. Toby chuckled easily and mumbles, "You're OK, Billy". He pats my cheek, then points to the convenience store again and raises his eyebrows like... go buy the damn cigarettes! And that's what I did. He was waiting in the car smelling the back of his wrist again when I came back with the Winstons. I'd like to smell his arm too, I know his crotch smells erotic, an erotic animal-smell I'd say... not offensive at all, like a cat smells... maybe.
Pulling away from our parking spot a car full of middle-aged woman came right out of a side street cutting us off. Toby tooted the horn once and two of the woman mouthed "Fuck you" and give us the finger. It pissed me off but Toby laughed that easy laugh of his and drove on. He says, "Do you know how that started... how giving someone the finger began?" I shrug and he tells me... "Prior to the battle of Agincourt in 1415 the French army were so sure of victory they let it be common knowledge that they were going to cut off the middle finger of every captured English soldier right after they win the battle. They were going to do that so in future battles those men wouldn't be able to "pluck the yew" as it was referred to back then. Which, as you probably already know, refers to the English longbow made from the yew tree which was the weapon of choice in those days. Well, the fucking French... much to their surprise, lost the battle... the English won the day and mocked the French by giving them the middle finger showing that they still had a middle finger and could therefore still pluck the yew. Due to the vagaries of language "pluck yew" became "fuck you" which is the version that eventually became adopted as something to say when you're giving the one finger salute... actually it's redundant, giving the finger implies fuck you, ya know?". He told me this in a conversational voice in between blowing smoke rings. Finishing that outlandish tale at the same time he finished his cigarette he flicked the burning butt out the car window and asked me to light another one for him... he told me "While driving I always keeps my eyes on the road, ya know".
I stared at him, my mouth open, not sure what to believe. After a few seconds he repeats, "Cigarette, Billy" I was in a trance and hadn't moved, then he added... "get one for yourself too". Shaking my head to clear it, I took the pack from him and light two cigarettes while wondering, was that "pluck yew" suppose to be a joke or does he actually know some obscure facts about how "giving the finger" originated? Oh, the hell with it... I'll bet he's telling me the truth, he's real smart. Then, smiling to myself, I purposely lip the filter of his cigarette with a big wet spit bubble before passing it to him. He sucks down a drag and blurts out a laugh saying, "Ewwww, your spit's on my lips... ha ha ha". He passes it back to me and says, "Put some more on there... you gotta be the sexiest boy I ever knew". Holding both smoking cigarette I say, "Really?" I was excited to hear that. Toby says, "Yeah, really. Hey, do you know Tito Francona by any chance? Big kid with a speech impediment..." I took a drag saturating the filter with spit, passed it to Toby while blowing my exhaled smoke in a streams at the side of his face, then say, "No, who's he?" Toby goes on to tell me about this Tito kid who Toby met at the YMCA pool last summer. Apparently Tito loved sucking Toby's cock, but he didn't like getting fucked. One day when Toby was especially horny he wouldn't let Tito suck his cock unless he agrees to be fucked... well, to make a long story short, after the fucking Toby couldn't lose Tito. Tito is gum on Toby's shoe, every time Toby turns around there's Tito asking for Toby to fuck him... he wants Toby to fuck him morning, noon, and night and... blab blab blab. Toby can talk up a storm with one hard-to-believe story after another when he feels like it, or be quiet for hours at a time, he's perfectly comfortable with both scenarios. I like it when he talks though because then I have a reason to stare at him. He's always smoking so naturally there's smoke streaming out of his nostrils and mouth as he's talking... it's sexy somehow. I try to subtly inhale his exhaled smoke, it's fairly easy to do in the car which is usually inundated with cigarette smoke, so much so this afternoon that there was smoke coming off the top of Toby's burr-cut red hair, like it's smoldering. Without thinking about doing it, my hand reached over and I run my fingers through his hair where the smoke was drifting up. Toby calmly says, "Don't do that, Billy"... no threat in his voice, no irritation, just "don't do that". Of course, now I want to rub his hair with both my hands or touch him everywhere, suck his freckled ear into my mouth maybe, or lick the side of his face, anything and everything... but I know better than to do any of that.
It's only a five minute ride to Toby's house... my house is right up the street from his but he drove right by it. I say, "Shouldn't I get cleaned up first, Toby? I'm straight from work." He goes, "No, don't bother... you'll be taking a shower in my bathtub soon enough." I'm thinking "Hot shit, we're gonna do it". Toby goes, "Fuck! I forgot to stop for the beer" and he pulls away from the curb with tires screeching...I didn't think this old Toyota had it in her. Toby drove us out a ways to parts of Lawrence I've never been to... people sitting on their porches, loud music playing, lots of people on the sidewalks. Then we come to an area with vacant buildings, some of them burned to the ground, and then a number of run-down looking blocks with boarded-up store fronts before a slightly better area appeared... stores fronts encased in metal grates, but open for business. A barbershop, a convenience store with two gas pumps in front, two restaurants and a few cafes and bars... more stores on the next few blocks too, apartments above the stores. Toby backs the Toyota into a small parking space in front of a cafe where three scary-looking, heavy-set, dark skinned older men sat at a small table drinking from little white cups... they were all smoking and appeared to be disturbed that Toby was parking right in front of them, the car's exhaust blowing past them. Toby jumps out, says "Come on, Billy, I'll bet we can get some take-out beer in that delicatessen across the street..." As far as I could tell Toby hadn't even notice the men scowling at us. They were on my side of the car and when I carefully opened the door it almost grazed the closest man's knee... he wouldn't move it at all. Instead he gave me a hard, unblinking stare as I mumbled, "Excuse me... we're, um... going over there... ah....". Toby was walking into the deli by now so I literally ran across the street almost getting clipped by an old car being driven too fast by what looked like a twelve year old girl... she laid on the horn for five seconds making everyone on the street turn and look at me... Jesus!
Inside the deli an old woman looked up as I came through the door... she was putting a can of something in the pocket of her skirt; stealing it, while pretending to cough. She looked challenging at me, I looked away. Toby says, "Over here, Billy... what kind should we get?" I'm like, "I don't care, here's the money" as I press a ten dollar bill in his hand. He looks at the ten, laughs and says, "Domestic beer it is..." and gets a six pack of Coors, then slams the glass door of the cooler and a man's voice says, "Don't break the fucking thing!" I turn and there's this guy behind the counter staring at us almost as hard as that fat guys across the street stared at me two minutes ago... not a relaxing deli experience. The counter guy's a battered looking Hispanic man in his late forties wearing jeans and a Pennszoil T-shirt with drippings of some kind decorating the front, his huge pot belly stretching that Tee to the limit. Shaved head perhaps to hide the fact that he's fairly bald to begin with, big tattooed arms, his large fat hands resting on the counter appeared to be holding him up. He breathed nosily through his nose and stared at us. Toby, holding the six pack at his side, looking like he was maybe a sixteen years old Huck Finn smiles absently and asks "You got any Slim Jims?" The man frowned while silently staring back causing a chill to flash up my back. Toby has this big smile now and when he got no reply from the counter man he says, in kind of a mocking way, "Ahh, fuck the Slim Jims, we'll just take the beer". After a deadpan expression for another second or two, the guy behind the counter, in a threatening manner, says "You're in the wrong store, dipshit... and you need a smack across your fresh-mouth face too, ya punk gringo." Toby, with a big grin says, in a chatty way, "Oh, be nice..." and puts the ten dollar bill on the counter only to have the counter man whisk it on the floor with the back of his hand and say, "Leave the money where it is, put the beer back, and get the fuck outta here before ya get hurt... hurt bad". I'm thinking "Oh fuck!"
A guy behind me says, "Trouble?" and I jump a foot off the ground because his mouth was an inch from my ear when he said it. The counter guy replies, "Just a couple of gringo cunts who got lost and need directions out of my fucking deli..." Turning slowly, I see the guy behind me... he's about twenty years old, he's my height but much stronger looking than me. He also happens to be beautiful. I stare, my mouth open slightly, at his hair which was recently cut very short, a razored outline accentuating the coolness of it. The guy has perfect facial features and very white teeth. He must have just taken a bath because he smelled like soap or shampoo. I gawked at him until he says, "Look away, faggot.." which I did immediately. Toby goes, "Excuse me, do either of you gentleman know Ralph Hobbs?" The counter guy's face tightened while the beautiful kid looked pissed-off, he goes "Who the fucks that?" but the counter guy's waving his hand at the kid now, saying to him, "Never mind, Ramon" then to Toby he asks, "Why you wants ta know about Ralph Hobbs?" Oh my God, the happy face on Toby, you'd think we were with our best pals at a school dance. He says, "So you do know him! He's my daddy..". Counter man's eyes get big, he says, "You're Toby?" Reaching out to shake hands Toby goes, "Yes, nice to meet ya..." The guy limply shakes Toby's hand once and says, "Ramon, give the kid that ten dollar bill on the floor"... the sense of urgency in his voice must have rung a bell with the hard-ass Ramon because all of a sudden he's looking a tad meeker. He hands Toby the money, Toby says, "Oh, thank you so much. How much is the beer...?" The counter man mumbles, "Beer's on me, say hello to your daddy for me. Come see us any time..." Toby's so gracious with his thank you, thank you, thank you..." Me, I'm checking to see if I peed my pants yet.
Out we go with Toby in one of his cheerful moods asking me, "Smoke?" I go, "Abso-fucking-lutely!" My hand was so shaky Toby needed to light my cigarette for me. Walking across the street smoking I'm now concerned about the men still sitting there around the table who all appear to be looking behind us. I turn to see the counter man leaning against his open door motioning something to the men. They nod and quietly say to us, "Have a nice day, boys" as I'm trying to squeeze into the car, barely opening the door. Toby hears them and enthusiastically replies, "Thanks, we will... and you guys have a great day too... beautiful weather, isn't it?..." They roll their eyes at each other like... what the fuck...? and Toby pulls out of the parking spot missing the rear fender of the car in front of us by a hair. I'm like, "What was that all about?" By way of explanation Toby goes, "I kinda remember my daddy mentioning that he knew a Carlos at the Alabama State Correctional Facility some years back and that this Carlos guy owned a deli here in town some place... I saw the sign, "Carlos' Deli" one night a couple of weeks ago when I was dropping off Marie Gongolas, and by the way, she is one wild fuck... oh my God! Anyway, seeing that sign, Carlos' Deli, in the center of Lawrence I put one and one together and came up with dos."
Can I believe this? I'm thinking, he wasn't even sure it was the right Carlos?! I'm definitely gonna get my dad to buy the fucking beer from now on... my heart couldn't take another beer run like that. Toby hands me my ten dollar bill and says, "Your lucky day, Billy... free beer and you still get to suck my cock!" and then the easy laugh and a playful punch on my shoulder. Looking at him, I'm pissed because he could have gotten us seriously fucked-up back there... then, weirdly, I get the strongest urge to hug his neck and kiss all over his face. I did none of those things of course, but it was fun thinking about doing it. To break the silence, I say "Um, did you... you know, fuck Julia this afternoon?" Toby looks over and says, "Whaddya think, Billy?" His eyes, those green eyes of his... maybe that's the "something" that the girls and I are attracted to, hypnotizing. When he looked quickly back to the road I squeezed my dick and my ass twitched remembering that big salami of Toby's inside me a few days ago, and I'm thinking "I don't fucking blame that kid Tito... I want Toby to fuck me morning, noon, and night too." To his question I mumbled, "I don't know..." and Toby does his soft little laugh and then says, "You're funny, Billy! Hey, lets get a Dairy Queen" as he cuts over a lane and pulls into the Dairy Queen parking lot. I can't keep up with him.
I stood behind Toby in line and, of course, even though there's a "NO SMOKING, PLEASE" sign right in front of us he has his ubiquitous Winston fired-up... turning around and exhaling smoke in my face he asks, "Whatcha gonna get, Billy?" I go, "Small plain white cone" he chuckles and says, "How'd I guess that's what you'd want...?" and he surprises me then by running his fingers through my hair and, leaving his hand on my head, he says, "You have great hair, ya know that?" Stunned, I nodded dumbly and he does another soft chuckle as my dick gets hard. We got our cones without anyone mentioning the unauthorized cigarette. Toby's cone was a large chocolate and vanilla swirl ... we sat at a picnic table to eat our treats, just the two of us. Toby had a cigarette going in one hand and the cone in the other. I watched his wonderful pink tongue lap up the side of the swirl and then disappear into his mouth covered with chocolate and vanilla soft ice cream. He swallowed and took a drag off his smoldering cigarette, all the time staring at me as I stared back at him, my cone melding and dripping down my fingers. Toby passed the cigarette butt to me, nodded his head that I should take a drag and in slow motion I took the butt and inhaled a long drag, then passed it back to Toby, the smoke streaming from my nose and mouth... in my stupor I'd taken too deep of a drag and it gave me a buzzing, dizzy feeling. Toby nodded his head slightly, a small smile on his face... then his pink tongue was on the side of the swirl of soft ice cream again, I grunted and groped myself... my dick was like a short metal pipe in my pants. Still we stared into each others eyes, Toby looking as relaxed and comfortable as if he were dozing off in a hammock... his shiny green eyes contrasting with his pale complexion and his almost white eyebrows and lashes. I was breathing in spurts, mesmerized by him. He takes the final drag from his cigarette and talks while exhaling "Lick your cone, Billy... it's melding". I'm like, "Huh? Oh yeah, heh heh..." and I lick my cone wishing it was his dick.
Back in the Toyota, the cones in our stomachs, Toby says, "Large Dunkin Donuts coffees.." Again I go, "Huh?" and he says, "Yeah, beer and coffee... two things that make me pee like mad... ha ha. And I'm going to pee up your ass today, Billy. It'll be a blast, you'll love it!" And off he drove, we go directly to the drive-thru lane of the North Andover Dunkin Donuts. "Two large coffees with extra cream and sugar" he says into the speaker thingie, then to me "I got the Dairy Queens, Billy... can you get the coffees?" I fumble in my pocket and give him the same ten dollar bill I'd given him earlier for the beer. The coffees were too hot to drink so we didn't open them until we got to Toby's house. After putting the beer in the refrigerator we sat on the porch smoking the cigarettes I'd bought and drinking the coffees. Toby told me about fucking Julia and described in exquisite detail what it feels like fucking pussy, as Toby called it. Then he described what it feels like fucking the asshole of boy's or girl's, it made no difference which one. Well, it might make no difference to him, but it sure would for me and I tell him that. He says, "Sure, Billy... that's because you're a homosexual, I understand that and I understand how much it means to you that I service your sexual desires. I'm always honest with you though, so let me say that it's my fetishes I'm servicing at least as much as your needs... but, like I said before, I've always liked you so it's great us buddies can kill two birds with one stone, or however that fucking saying goes.." and he laughed some and played with my hair again. Then he says, "Do me a favor, Billy?" I go, "Sure, Toby... what is it?" He says, "Don't get a haircut all summer, OK? I like grabbing a fistful of it while I'm fucking you and I like to play with it like right now too, ya know? Ain't that weird?" He was pulling my hair lightly and scrunching his fingers in it as he talked. I liked the attention and leaned my head toward him, he goes, "Good boy, Billy". He continued playing with my hair until he was finished his coffee. I chug-a-lugged mine while he was getting us a beer. Odd he's interested in my hair, it's gotta be one of the last things in the world I'd have thought Toby would be interested in.
Back with the beers, lighting a cigarette he says, "I gotta piss already and we haven't even started drinking the Coors... this is gonna rock today, Billy. You excited?" I go, "Yeah, I am, Toby" and another soft laugh is Toby's reply. We drank two beers each while Toby combed my hair into various styles. He said he always wished he had light brown, wavy hair like mine... his second choice is blond hair. It's the first time in all the years I've known him he's even mentioned hair; mine, his, or anybody else's. Frankly, I had a permanent woody from all Toby's touching so I didn't care what the reason for it was, I loved it. The last style he combed my hair into required a lot of mousse, he combed it straight back from my forehead. Making a face, he shook his head in disgust and muttered, "No". Lighting a Winston he said, "Jesus, I gotta pee so bad it's at the back of my throat already. Go ahead and get undressed in the bathroom, Billy... and would you mind washing that mousse out of your hair; my bad, it's too messy." Anxious to get started, I jumped up and headed straight for the bathroom. My bladder hurt with all the pee build-up so of course I had to go wicked bad but I was determined to wait for Toby's instructions. Ten seconds later I was naked wondering why I didn't feel self conscious being naked around Toby. Using the Head & Shoulders shampoo from the shower caddy I washed my hair in the sink and had just finished rinsing it when Toby came in with an ashtray, his smokes, and the last two beers from the six pack. "Here, let me blow-dry your hair for you, Billy". I sat naked on the closed toilet seat squeezing my dick closed with my fingers to keep from peeing on my legs, waiting for Toby to dry my hair.
With a cigarette between his teeth and one eye squinting closed against the drifting smoke, Toby combed and dried my hair using an electric hair dryer. He got it so dry and combed it so much it was full of static standing up off my head whenever he put the comb near it. Laughing he says, "It's fun fucking around with your hair, maybe I'll go into the business". Then, stubbing out his cigarette butt he lights two more and hands one to me saying, "OK, we're ready to go... heh heh... if ya know what I mean. I sure gotta go. How about if you stand in the tub now, Billy" which is what I did and then Toby does a double take looking at me squeezing my dick. He takes a long inhale off his cigarette; then, letting the smoke drift out of his mouth and nostrils, he says, "That thing of yours is kind of small, ain't it Billy?" I was dragging on my cigarette watching Toby inhale and unconsciously took the same long inhale he'd taken, it was too much for my lungs so by way of answering him I got into a smoker's coughing fit, and with my eyes watering I cry out "I gotta piss bad, Toby!" He smiles, nods his head up and down, blows a perfect smoke ring, holds out his free hand and says, "Go ahead, hit my hand with your warm urine". I aim my dick at his hand but amazingly I can't start the flow... I've never wanted to pee this bad before in my life, but I can't start. Toby says, "Oh OK... yeah, that happens sometime, we gotta prime the pump a little" Biting the filter of his Winston he wets his hands under the faucet and says, "Turn around, Billy" and when I do he reaches around me, his chest lightly against my back and with the sides of our heads almost together, smoke from our cigarettes continuing to burn my eyes, he says "Relax, lean back on me nice and easy..." then with his wet hands he gently takes my cock and barely squeezes it, I go, "Ahhhhhhhh" as pee comes streaming out. Toby, making gulping sounds, lets go of my dick and climbs into the tub with me, fully clothed. Taking my cigarette butt, he says, "Cup your hand and collect some urine." Which I do... pee spraying off my hand onto my body. "Go ahead, drink it." I'm thinking, "do I really want to do this?"
Toby deposited the used butts into the open toilet and was lighting another one for himself. I'm peeing into my cupped hand. The smoke from his cigarette surrounds my head as Toby, still in the tub next to me, puts his arm around my waist to steady me... and it felt so good, he was finally being affectionate, I'd do anything for him... I slurped the pee from my hand and managed to swallow almost a full mouthful of it... it tasted weaker than Toby's. No question it tasted like urine, but it was more like urine/lite compared to Toby's strong piss taste. Toby was laughing lightly through his latest exhale of smoke saying, "Fuck, I should have gotten undressed too, I'm getting peed on... but screw it now. Here, turn around Billy, I want some of that pee too" and as I turn around, pee flowing hard out of my dick, he grabs it and, holding his cigarette away from the pee, bends down and puts my dick in his mouth. Getting it there caused a streak of piss from his ear to his mouth, the pee drools down his face as he sucks down my pee. I can't help but notice the lump in his pants, his boner is sideways poking up his shorts all across his lap. What sensations I had all around my groin, Toby's fabulous puffy, sexy lips on my cock, drinking my piss. He only drinks a little, then closes his eyes and, being sure not to splash any on his cigarette, uses my dick like a short hose to direct the pee stream onto his face and up into his red burr-cut hair. I'm running low on pee by now so the stream is getting weaker and weaker, then just a dribble, then another short stream, then drop, drop, drop... then nothing... then those last two drops that usually stain my underpants. I'm doing a quiet, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh... mmmmmmmm" because it's such a relief to pee when you absolutely gotta go.
Pulling my dick away from his lips and taking a deep drag on the cigarette, Toby's doing his little chuckle again, he says "Can you believe this... look at me, pee on my legs, my shirts, my face, my fucking sneaks!" And he gets laughing pretty good climbing out of the tub to wash his face. His boner has worked it's way from sideways to the front and his shorts are pushed way out. Toby couldn't care less, he gropes himself, throws the cigarette butt in the toilet and turns on the faucet to let the water warm up... he says "You got some good urine there Billy but it burns my eyes a little". After washing his face he dries himself, me watching him from my spot standing there in the tub, my bare feet in my pee, pee trickling down my legs from the splatter off my hand and Toby's face. Turning around, still smiling from the self deprecating yucks, he says "Nice urine, but that's a small penis ya got there, how long's that thing?" I unconsciously fondly my dick as he lights us two cigarettes, the bathroom door is closed so the smoke has accumulated and it's getting a tad foggy. Blowing smoke at me the same time I'm blowing it at him, I say, "It's not that small, Toby... it's five inches which is above average I believe." He leans close to my face, grins and grabs a fistful of my hair to pull my face towards him so he can exhales a long thin stream of cigarette smoke at my mouth, most of which gets inhaled up my nose causing another coughing fit. It makes Toby laugh again, He says "Ain't this great, Billy?" He's very animated and happy. I'm waving my hand to disperse another of his smoke rings as he lets go of my hair and points to my penis, saying "But, get the fuck outta here, that's not five inches... stretch it out" so I do and he goes, "Can you get it hard so we can measure it?" Doing my Cory act again, I whine "Don't ya need to pee yet, Toby? I mean... you know..." He says, "I'm used to holding it in, it's painful but the strong stream will be worth the discomfort a little later on. What? You won't do me a favor and get that midget thing hard so we can measure it?" He was speaking in a friendly, buddy-to-buddy way, not in some demanding bossy manner so I began stroking my cock. God knows I've stroke it a few thousand times over the years, what's one more time. I though of Toby fucking me as I stroked it and damn if I didn't get hard fast. The faster I stroked, the deeper I inhaled my cigarette smoke and I was soon quite dizzy so I flicked the half smoked butt into the toilet with all the others. Toby was out of the bathroom, in the house somewhere, looking for a ruler. I stopped wanking myself because I didn't want to cum, I wanted to cum when Toby fucked me... if I can only repeat that last climax, oh my God... that was truly awesome!
Toby's back with a foot long plastic ruler from last year's school backpack and he comes right over, lifts my boner out straight and pushes the end of the ruler in my pubes just above it... then does a friendly laugh and declares, "Barely four and a quarter inches..." I go, "What? Give me that... that can't be right" Toby says, "Read it and weep, Billy" I'm pushing the ruler deeper into my belly trying to get it to measure at least four and a half inches and, with it cutting into my stomach it gets there, "Over four and a half!" I yell and Toby's laughing and rubbing my hair saying, "You're so fucking funny.." and he hugs my shoulders real friendly like. It was nice so I give in and say, "OK, ya found me out, it's not quite four and a half inches long when it's boned to the hilt". He says, "It don't matter how long your dick is, I just knew it wasn't five inches, that's all..." then an affectionate squeeze at the back of my neck as he mumbles, in a comic way "Five inches, my ass..." and another rub at my head. Gee, I like the way Toby's acting, you know... like we're close buddies.
He's soon lighting up again nodding his head at me to see if I'm ready and I shake my head "no"... he shrugs like, "your loss". I'm staring at him with this new feeling of closeness and thinking how I'd give anything to kiss his lips. Instead I just grin and lean toward him a little hoping he'll rub my hair or squeeze the back of my neck, or do something like that again. He doesn't though, instead he gets serious and, with the cigarette bobbing between his lips, he says "My dick's gone soft on me, how bout getting on your knees so you can suck my cock into another boner... can ya do that for me? I know you like sucking my cock, I know that much.." I nod my head because it's true, why pretend it isn't. On my knees in my own pee, I take his flaccid penis between my fingers and guide it to my mouth. I'm licking the head until it gets some firmness, Toby's sucking in air between his teeth and rubbing my hair again, then a big batch of smoke surrounds my head as I start sucking and tonging his cock simultaneously... it's big, what a treat to be able to have it in my mouth, the texture of the skin as it changes from soft to hard is a big turn-on for me... another large smoke cloud surrounds my head with Toby mumbling, "Jesus Christ, that feels good..." more smoke clouds with my nose in his pubes, up against his groin, even with all the cigarette smoke in the room I can still detect his odor. His crotch has that erotic smell I mentioned before, a pleasant animal smell... OK, maybe not a cat, how about a horse? Whatever, it's sexy and my dick gets hard again just from the taste of his cock and the smell of his balls.
Toby only lets me do it for a few minute before he says, "Jesus! you suck cock good, Billy. Girls simply cannot compete with gay boys when it comes to sucking cock... forget about it! Here, take a little pee in your mouth as a reward then I'm gonna fuck you and piss up your ass..." I wait like two seconds, with smoke encircling my head, and then a hard pee stream hits the back of my mouth and fills me up to overflowing almost immediately... "a horse piss", that's what came to my mind. I can't swallow as fast as Toby swallowed my pee so urine is quickly rolling out both sides of my mouth, down my chin and down my neck onto my chest... quite a bit too, then Toby grunts and contracts all his pelvic area muscles to bring the urine stream to an early gradual halt. Toby's cock couldn't possibly get harder than it is right now... that heavy seven inches of penis is sticking almost straight out from his groin. He mutters, "This is the best ever, Billy... jeez you're sexy. I'm surprised how hot I'm getting with you... that is, you, plus all this fucking hot pee-play of course." He's breathing heavily, smoke escaping his lungs with each exhale even though at the moment his last cigarette butt is swimming in the toilet with the others. I knew he wouldn't go very long without a cigarette during sex, and sure enough he says, "Would you stand-up, turn around, and bend over for me now, Billy... you know, so I can fuck that fine, fine ass of yours" he's lighting up while saying that.
Oh boy, here it comes. My heart is pounding fast, my own dick was almost as hard as Toby's, not all the way as hard as Toby's, now yet anyway, but real hard. I'm feeling a little trepidation about the initial penetration but I also have the vivid memory of how awesome it is to be fucked by Toby so I'm thinking about that too, and what the hell... when in Rome; so I say, "Can I have another one of those Winstons, Toby?" Without a word he hands me the one he's smoking and lights another for himself. Bending over and bracing myself, one hand on the tile wall, I take a drag and look back at Toby. He's chewing on his lower lip for a second, then the cigarette goes between his lips as he notices me looking back at him and he gives me this silly grin around the cigarette and mumbles, "This is so fucking hot, peeing up your ass... peeing up your perfect ass" and he grabs both my buttocks to massage them, then he leaned in to me, his boner head against my hole... I looked straight ahead now taking a big drag wondering if smoking actually will increase sexual pleasure. Staring at the impeccably clean tile wall inches from my face, I wait for the red dots of pain from initial penetration.
Toby's coughing around his smoke, spreading my ass cheeks apart, he spreads them tightly apart until my hole is stretched sideways and then, with smoke engulfing both of us he leaned in so his cock is at my hole and then does one hard hump against it, the head of his cock pops inside me... I did my best not to, but still made a sound almost like a yodel with Toby going "Shhhhhh, Billy..." so I cut it off and just grunt, I'd dropped my cigarette at that first thrust and could hear it hissing-out in my pee at the bottom of the tub. With just the head of his boner past my sphincter ring, Toby goes, "Ahhhhhh... yeaaaah" as he opens his bladder and releases his pee up my ass. I immediately feel the strong, hot piss stream hit my bowels... it felt good at the start. The piss began filling-up my intestines and at the same time acting as a lubricant in my hole so that, with a fistful of my hair pulling my head back towards him at the same time he's blowing tiny smoke rings, Toby slowly penetrated me. His cock moved up my ass tunnel slowly until his heavy nuts lay against the lower part of my left ass cheek, his cock continuing to pour piss into my body. Toby let out a long whistle-ieeee breath, my stomach expanding with his urine... then the first cramp took hold and had me grunting again. His piss was bulging out my belly and beginning to be uncomfortable, but the stream ran down and petered-out before getting to be a real problem. I'm trying to accept the uncomfortable full feeling inside my guts... Toby appeared to be in ecstasy.
He's making "Ohhhhhhhhh.... ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh" sounds while pulling my hair and taking big drags off his cigarette.... he's going, "Oh yeah... oh fuck yeah... this is so hottttttt!" It was getting too much for me though so I grunt out, "You're pulling my hair too hard!" He goes, "Ohhhhh, my Godddd, this is such a turn on..." then, still tugging on a fistful of my hair, with piss slushing out of my ass and rolling down the back of both my legs, Toby began fucking me hot and heavy. Increasing the speed of his fucking with each ride up my hole till the sensations were so erotic I had to let go of the wall with one hand and stroke my boner... it was as hard as Toby's now. I don't know if it's the cigarettes or the pee or what, but this fuck was even better than the last one. The sensations in my ass and the inside of my thighs and in both my nuts had me moaning and rocking back into each thrust of that piss saturated huge hunk of hard cock. He couldn't fuck me too hard, no amount of slamming that fat boner inside me was too hard or too rough or too fast to suit me. I'm moaning, "Fuck me, Toby... fuck that ass... fuck it!!" He's back to going "Shhhhh"... My nuts were swinging between my legs with each penetration up my ass, my chin would hit the tile wall with each especially strong hump of Toby's huge instrument of pleasure, he still had a tight fistful of my hair and, even while saying "Shhhh", he pulled me into him with each shot of his boner way up inside me. I resorted to making mewing sounds, I had to have some outlet and the sounds were it, nothing has ever felt so good.
As I felt the head of Toby's boner expand, a long exhale of cigarette smoke circled my head and I knew he was going to blow his spunk up inside me to mix with the piss that's already there... that thought did it for me, the first shot of cum fired from my boner with me squealing as quietly as I could, that first missile was like a white wet bullet when it smashed against the tile wall... it splattered in all directions, then a long string of my teen cum joined the first splat as I did a long "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuccck!" then another nice spurt with my hand a blur stroking my boner while humping backwards into Toby's groin. The loud smack sound I heard happened simultaneously with a sharp stinging on my ass as Toby shot his first volley of spunk up my ass accompanied by a slap on my ass cheek, another smack smack as he kept climaxing, now he was making a keening noise in his throat. It was the best climax I've ever had, even better than the first time Toby fucked me... messier too. Much messier. Toby humped me and spanked me in a frenzy for thirty seconds after he'd finished climaxing his spunk, my ass was stinging and bright red by the time he calmed down. Smoke swirled around us which somehow seemed appropriate... that fuck was so hot there should be smoke.
I continued moaning and stroking myself until the wonderful sexual sensations began to fade and a new urgency became obvious. It came on me fast and unexpectedly, I yelp out "Toby, I need to take a crap.... right now" he had reduced his humping to a lazy rhythm, just enjoying the after glow of climax. He groaned, "On no, damn... I was afraid that would happen" as he let go of my hair and considerately pulled his big cock out of me leaving my ass stretched wide open. Some watery pissy shit slipped out immediately but the toilet was right next to the tub so I literally flopped onto it as a deluge of Toby's piss and my shit hit the toilet water... what a relief. I'd flopped onto the toilet with my legs still inside the tub so it looked pretty silly. Toby, standing there with his still hard cock sticking out the fly of his peed-on shorts, is lighting a cigarette trying not to laugh at my dilemma, but he couldn't control it totally and a laugh blurted out with, "How bout that, Billy... golden shower play, a fuck, and an enema all wrapped up in one". I'm enjoying the good cleansing feel an enema can sometimes provide as I struggled to get my legs out of the tub and in front of me without slipping off the toilet seat. Then, feeling more comfortable by the second I chuckled at the bizarreness, the unexpectedness of this latest development. Looking up at Toby I see the hairs Toby had pulled out of my scalp drift off his hand as he takes a drag off yet another cigarette. I'm gonna have a bald spot if we do this on a regular basis... it was quite a scene... the thick cigarette smoke, piss from both of us all over the place, a subtle shit smell wafted up from the toilet, and my cock still vibrating as Toby's cum drooled out of my ass along with his urine and my doodies, it was awesome actually; but like I said, messy. Leaning forward with my forearms on my thighs I let my body rid itself of foreign matter and shifted my attention to the shower's tile wall where my cum slowly drooling down to pool at the edge of the tub, that's a lot of cum... holy shit! What a fabulous climax.
Toby says, "More treats for you, Billy" as he held out his cock, which by now has retreated to semi-hard status. Me sitting on the toilet, Toby standing in front of me with a leg on the outside of either of mine, his crotch close enough to my face that I only needed to leaned forward a little to press my nose into his pubic bush and inhale the smell that's become an aphrodisiac to me. He get another fist full of my hair to pull my head back a little, "Put it in your mouth, Billy... you can smell my crotch as you suck my cock.. OK?" I go, "Sure, sorry, but I love the way you smell" another tug of my hair so I to take his cock in my hand and guide it into my mouth. It's been up my ass so there's all kinds of ass juices on it along with Toby's piss and of course his spunk, I've never been much of a germaphobe though so excessive cleanliness isn't one of my hang-ups. I put Toby's cock in my mouth without a second thought and began to lap it clean. Speaking of germaphobe, I see people from time to time with this weird affliction to germs, they're the ones who use a paper towel opening public lavatory door knobs, yet they're the same ones who have no problem picking their nose and wiping the boogers on the wall over the urinal... what's that all about?
Anyway, I really got into sucking Toby's cock, totally without concern for the foreign matter smeared on it. I got him hard by cleaning his dick to shiny pale pink again using only my tongue and lips and I enjoyed the task immensely. After ten minutes or so Toby got to groaning again and, using another fistful of my hair, he guided my head forward and backward, fucking my mouth with his long boned up cock. The hard head began hitting the back of my throat with each pull forward until, after a dozen times or so, his cock pushed past my gag reflex and went down my throat an inch... then out, the next thrust sent it down my throat an inch and a half, the next, two inches. Toby was doing some serious grunting by now, I felt his cock get even larger... actually growing fatter in my mouth. He's pulling my head forward on his cock faster and faster getting me dizzy and shortly that huge boner is going down my throat three inches or so with me as docile and flexible as an empty T-shirt. My cock is boned up again by now and I'm stroking it until Toby does this little weird frantic screech and blows a small squirt of cum and some watery residue down my throat. At the end there, when his cock was getting way down my throat, my face was pulled right into his bush and it was such a fantastic feeling to have experienced Toby's wonderful cock inside me from both ends.
After his small second climax Toby pulled out from my mouth, let go of my hair and patted the top of my head like I was his pet poodle, then he sat heavily on the side of the tub as if exhausted... his face was red, he kept shaking his head slowly back and forth while getting his breathing under control. I continued slowly stroking my cock even though I could tell I wasn't going to spunk again. Finally, with a big cute grin on his face, he mumbles, "I can't fucking believe how hot you get me. Jesus H Christ! I've heard of this... you some kind of male witch or something? you ain't turning me into a queer are you?"... he squeezed my thigh affectionately while saying that. I smile and quietly say, "I hope so...". We looked at each other and I felt some love... oh, not love-love, like being in love... I mean I felt real camaraderie, friendship like we're best buddies or something... really nice feeling. We joked about the silly exclamations coming from our mouths while climaxing and we imitate each other's as best we can, laughing harder than was probably warranted. It was fun, but finally Toby stands up and says, "OK, that was truly awesome, but now we got a lot of cleaning up to do". I'm wiping my ass, asking "How'd your potty training go as a little kid, Toby?" He laughs and says, "I know. I know... I'm a freak about cleanliness but thank God you're not!" and as I flush the toilet he leaned over and kissed my cheek saying, "Seriously, Billy, you deserve a kiss. The last time I fucked you I thought I had the biggest climax possible, this time it was even better. I'm gonna need to consider moving you up to the starting rotation." I was thrilled with the totally unexpected kiss and possible promotion, but couldn't think of anything to say except, "Gee, thanks, Toby"....
Things sure are going good for me in the city of Lawrence, Massachusetts... hard to imagine how it could be any better.
The End
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