movement below caught my attention. It was Jack rocking himself furtively against her thigh. I felt light-headed, almost faint. Couldn’t she feel it?
Perhaps she did, for just then she pulled away from the kiss and sat up straighter.
“My mom’ll be coming home soon. You better go.” Her voice sounded strained. She shook the hair out of her eyes.
“Oh, we got time,” mumbled Jack in a hoarse voice.
“You know I’m on restriction. If she catches you here, she’ll kill me.”
“Oh, all right.” Jack made no secret of his disappointment. “Come on, Guy, let’s go. It’s getting too dan gerous for some people around here.”
“Jack…don’t take it like that,” she said.
I was trying to keep my eyes away from Jack’s crotch, almost dreading the thought of what I would see there.
“Let’s go, Guy.”
Outside, the bright sunlight was so dazzling that we had to stand still for a moment, blinking weakly before continuing on. I hadn’t realized how dark it was in the living room with its curtains drawn.
“What do you think of her?” asked Jack after a while.
“Sheri? She sure lives up to her reputation.”
He gave me a funny look. “She’s a cock-tease, that’s what she is: a cock-tease. All she wants to do is get you hot.”
“But she let you cop a feel.”
“Aw, sometimes a little tit now and then but never below the waist.”
“Wow.” I loved it when Jack talked like this, using the dirty words that high school boys used. It felt so grown-up.
“Girls sure are weird,” he said. “I can’t figure them out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, take Sheri, for instance. She’ll let you kiss and kiss her, and even cop some tit, but that’s it. You saw the way she was. She loves to be watched—to kiss in front of other people. Girls are like that. They pretend to be shy, but really they want it just as much as you do.”
“How can you tell?”
“Their lips get real hot. That means they’re hot down there.”
I had to swallow once before I could ask the next question. “Do you think she’ll ever let you go all the way?”
He gave me a quick glance which I was unable to decipher, then looked down at his feet, kicked a rock away into the bushes.
“I dunno,” he said out of the side of his mouth.
Feeling emboldened, I pressed on: “Jack? How do you think it feels to fuck a girl? I bet it feels a whole lot better than beating off.”
He turned to look at me with a scornful expression. “You mean you still like to beat off?” he asked, amused.
“No.” I blushed. “I ain’t no faggot.”
He pinched his cheek with his thumb and forefinger and jiggled a loose flap of skin rapidly in and out, making a “snick-snick-snick” sound whose rhythm was an unmistakable reference to my habits.
“Hey, cut it out, Jack.”
“I thought you were Mark Warren’s boyfriend.”
“Come on, Jack,” I said, feeling my ears burn.
*
From that night, I began exploring a whole new world, a world which somehow seemed strangely familiar, as if I’d stepped into a garden I’d often seen in my dreams.
Blow jobs? I’d sometimes fantasized about having my penis kissed by another boy, or about kissing another boy’s penis. But because I’d thought I was the only one in the whole world who daydreamed about such things, my fantasy had had an almost abstract quality. Never would I have guessed that other boys also thought about it—and not only thought about it, but actually did it.
Taking it up the ass? Not even in my wildest dreams had such a thing entered my mind. True, I often experienced a languorous, sensual feeling during a bowel movement. I’d never confessed to anyone how good it felt because it seemed so dirty, the very definition of “nasty.” Now I realized that others felt it, too.
But I’d never made the obvious connection: that an erect penis was about the same size as what came out. Why hadn’t I seen it before? Such a treacherous coincidence…and
Perhaps she did, for just then she pulled away from the kiss and sat up straighter.
“My mom’ll be coming home soon. You better go.” Her voice sounded strained. She shook the hair out of her eyes.
“Oh, we got time,” mumbled Jack in a hoarse voice.
“You know I’m on restriction. If she catches you here, she’ll kill me.”
“Oh, all right.” Jack made no secret of his disappointment. “Come on, Guy, let’s go. It’s getting too dan gerous for some people around here.”
“Jack…don’t take it like that,” she said.
I was trying to keep my eyes away from Jack’s crotch, almost dreading the thought of what I would see there.
“Let’s go, Guy.”
Outside, the bright sunlight was so dazzling that we had to stand still for a moment, blinking weakly before continuing on. I hadn’t realized how dark it was in the living room with its curtains drawn.
“What do you think of her?” asked Jack after a while.
“Sheri? She sure lives up to her reputation.”
He gave me a funny look. “She’s a cock-tease, that’s what she is: a cock-tease. All she wants to do is get you hot.”
“But she let you cop a feel.”
“Aw, sometimes a little tit now and then but never below the waist.”
“Wow.” I loved it when Jack talked like this, using the dirty words that high school boys used. It felt so grown-up.
“Girls sure are weird,” he said. “I can’t figure them out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, take Sheri, for instance. She’ll let you kiss and kiss her, and even cop some tit, but that’s it. You saw the way she was. She loves to be watched—to kiss in front of other people. Girls are like that. They pretend to be shy, but really they want it just as much as you do.”
“How can you tell?”
“Their lips get real hot. That means they’re hot down there.”
I had to swallow once before I could ask the next question. “Do you think she’ll ever let you go all the way?”
He gave me a quick glance which I was unable to decipher, then looked down at his feet, kicked a rock away into the bushes.
“I dunno,” he said out of the side of his mouth.
Feeling emboldened, I pressed on: “Jack? How do you think it feels to fuck a girl? I bet it feels a whole lot better than beating off.”
He turned to look at me with a scornful expression. “You mean you still like to beat off?” he asked, amused.
“No.” I blushed. “I ain’t no faggot.”
He pinched his cheek with his thumb and forefinger and jiggled a loose flap of skin rapidly in and out, making a “snick-snick-snick” sound whose rhythm was an unmistakable reference to my habits.
“Hey, cut it out, Jack.”
“I thought you were Mark Warren’s boyfriend.”
“Come on, Jack,” I said, feeling my ears burn.
*
From that night, I began exploring a whole new world, a world which somehow seemed strangely familiar, as if I’d stepped into a garden I’d often seen in my dreams.
Blow jobs? I’d sometimes fantasized about having my penis kissed by another boy, or about kissing another boy’s penis. But because I’d thought I was the only one in the whole world who daydreamed about such things, my fantasy had had an almost abstract quality. Never would I have guessed that other boys also thought about it—and not only thought about it, but actually did it.
Taking it up the ass? Not even in my wildest dreams had such a thing entered my mind. True, I often experienced a languorous, sensual feeling during a bowel movement. I’d never confessed to anyone how good it felt because it seemed so dirty, the very definition of “nasty.” Now I realized that others felt it, too.
But I’d never made the obvious connection: that an erect penis was about the same size as what came out. Why hadn’t I seen it before? Such a treacherous coincidence…and
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