South Padre Island (c) 2006 Ingenious
This is a work of fiction, depicting teenage males in romance and/or sexual positions. The people depicted in this story (to the best of the author's knowledge) do NOT exist... in the rare case that they're based on real people, the names HAVE been changed...
If you are under 18 years of age (or whatever the legal age in your area is) you may not be legally allowed to read this story. Your call.
Also, if you are repulsed by the concept of homosexual romance and/or sex, please feel free to leave at any time. In fact, now would be a good time. But hey, it's your call, of course... I can't make you leave, either... but if you choose to stay, feel free... who knows, you might even change your mind! My only question is: why are you here if that's the case?
Please feel free to email me with your comments/suggestions. My email is: uaingenious@yahoo.com.
Travis opens his eyes wide, eyebrows up, mouth open. I can't really tell what he's thinking. Here I am, in his bedroom, wearing nothing but a grey pair of boxer-breifs, my dick literally pitching a tent, and I think I just came out to my best friend. And to myself. I don't even know what to think, but I feel better. Like I just let go of a giant weight.
To my surprise, Trav pulls off his shirt, exposing his perfect, smooth swimmer's chest, firm nipples, six pack abs and cut groin muscles. He takes a step towards me and says, "Ive been waiting for you to tell me that all year, since I noticed... I really love you, Jake, and I wanted to go to Padre with you. But I'm with Jenna, so we've gotta take her along. Kissing me on the lips, wearing just his gym shorts, I gasp, feeling my balls jump up against my body, and he catches me again, as I fall down, slipping back into the pure white realm of unconsciousness.
[To be Continued]