Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 16:56:19 -0400
From: kyle <datsmyemail2@gmail.com>
Subject: Kyle's Plan

Continuation from part 3 of Kyle's Plan

Previously

So we wrapped ourselves in blankets and settled onto the cum stained couch
and I fell asleep pretty early with him in my arms.  I awoke in the morning
to find him on the floor still sleeping, naked.  I wasn't sure if he fell
off, or he just decided to sleep there, but whatever.  I woke him up and we
began our day.

I would like to tell you about what we did that day, but I truly can't
because I don't remember it.  I am pretty sure I woke up, went to the
bathroom, got dressed, he woke up, got dressed, went to the bathroom, and
got a call from his mom, and then he went home.  I then mowed the lawn.
Sorry, but that's the way it went.  For years to follow, Daniel and I would
get together and do what we loved, but we didn't really feel anything else
toward one another.  To this day I keep in touch with him but we don't do
much of anything except smoke. Bummer, but oh well.  That's okay though
because I got together with other guys later on, and here are those
stories.

About a year passed and nothing changed.  I mean, I sure as hell know I
didn't except I got a little hair on my chin, but that's it and that hasn't
changed since then either.  But I was hanging out with my long time friend,
Pat.  We were just chilling in his basement doing what I always do when I
am hanging out with him; play stupid video games and talk about stupid
things.  Seriously, the shit we talked about was ridiculous.  One day we
were thinking of ideas for a school prank and we decided we should get all
the teachers pregnant so they would have to leave school on maternity leave
so then we wouldn't have school because there were no teachers!  It was
brilliant.  But we never did do that, unfortunately.
	So as I was saying, we were just in the basement chilling and his
brother came down.  Now I have a pretty good relationship with the entire
family, I am almost a fifth son to them.  I have run them errands, mowed
their lawn, taken care of their youngest son, and more shit like that.
I've been friends with Pat for a really long time but we actually started
out as enemies.  I hated him and he hated me, but strangely, that's how
most of my friendships begin.  I have a problem with trust, and if I don't
know the person, I assume they are a dick head, so I steer clear of them.
Its stupid, I know, but whatever, I am getting better.  We became friends
in middle school and he is my good friend today.  But back to the story;
sorry I get side tracked easily.  Anyway, we were just playing video games
and being our typical retarded selves and his little brother came down.  He
teases me constantly because I used to be a total ass to him about six
years ago.  He is two years younger then his brother Pat and he looks just
like him.  His name is Frankie and he stands at 5'6", two inches shorter
then me, and weighs about 120 or so, pretty much exactly what I weighed two
years ago.  What I mean by teasing is shit like making fun of my red hair,
constantly.  I don't care, mostly I get compliments on it, but I always get
the shit like `does the carpet match the drapes?' or `fire crotch' or
`ginger'.  Oh well, they can all suck my dick.  So Frankie knew I got a
little annoyed by the teasing and he would do it whenever he saw me.  Pat
would always yell at him to leave but the truth is, I always wanted him to
stay.  He was pretty different from me in that he was a sports fanatic and
I only like winter sports and soccer.  He loved baseball and football and
those are the two sports I find stupid as hell.  They are two stop and go
for me, and I get bored really easily.  Soccer is constant action, same
with hockey and basketball, which are the other sports I enjoy watching or
playing.  He was in nice shape because he was always playing some sport
with his friends but what made me love him was his sense of humor and his
cute face.  He was just like me when it came to sense of humor.  We both
loved doing shit that would get us in trouble.  He once sent out mass
emails to people saying `fuck you all!' from the principals computer, where
as I would walk into a library with a boom box and a bunch of friends and
start a dance party.  Either way, we both loved the risk of getting chased
or yelled at, kinda weird, but so invigorating.
	Sitting on one of the multiple couches in the basement, I was
checking him out while trying to concentrate on the video game and fucked
up conversation that Pat and I were having.  He was wearing white
basketball shorts, almost as nice as my white soccer shorts, but it leaves
more to the imagination in certain areas.  Pat was telling him to fuck off
and leave us alone but instead he sat next to me on the couch and continued
to tease me and ask if he could borrow my head to cook some food.  I would
let him borrow it for other reasons but I wasn't going to say that.  I
would always say shit back, go sit on your friend's didlo, or other random
shit.  After ten minutes he would always leave, but luckily I was
considered a friend in his book.
	On certain weekends when Pat was chilling with his girlfriend or
visiting family in Florida, Frankie would be around and ask if I was doing
anything.  Even if I wasn't I would tell him I was a little busy just
hoping he would plead a little so I could be sure that he really wanted to
hang out with me.  He often would ask what I was doing and I would say
chilling with friends, which was usually true, but I always told him when I
would be free.  On some occasions, he would come over and we would play
sports video games, other times I would teach him how to play lacrosse, and
other times he would want to see a movie.
	It was a Friday, and I was done with school early because I skipped
my last class because the teacher is a total tool.  I drove home and I
called up my buddies that usually skipped their classes too.  About an hour
later three of them showed up at my house: Jon, Dave, and Chris.  These
guys were my typical stoner and party friends.  Since it was a Friday we
did our typical Friday routine, which consisted of rolling a big ass joint,
getting in a car, blasting music, and lighting the joint while driving on
some crazy roads until we end up in a place we have never been.  We were
about ten minutes into the drive before we lit the joint and began passing
it around.  It was a nice joint; it was tight but pulled nicely.  We drove
for another thirty minutes until we ended up in bumblefuckville and turned
around and drove back home, planning our events for the evening.  That's
when I got the text.
	"What you up to tonight?" it read.  It was from Frankie.  All of my
friends in the car were friends of Pat, Frankie's brother, and they all
knew that I was kind of friends with Frankie.  Pat knew that Frankie often
called me to see what I was doing and he didn't give a shit.  One time we
all partied together and Frankie ended up getting plastered drunk and that
earned me quite a hash verbal beating from his parents, but they forgave
me, knowing it was better he do it with his brother and friend then go to
some random party and get drunk with people he doesn't know.  So I asked
the guys what we were doing tonight and they told me there was a party at
Jess' house in the neighboring town.  None of us really knew her well, but
she had hooked up with Dave, so that was our in.
	"How big is it going to be?" I asked, seeing if I could squeeze one
more person in.
	"I think its got a keg and she told me about 100 plus kids were
invited by her, which means they will all probably bring some friends of
their own," Dave answered.  So there will be tons of people, and no one
will notice one random kid in there, it would be perfect.
	"Okay, cool," I replied getting my phone out text Frankie, "Frankie
had asked me what I was doing, you think I could invite him?"  I knew they
wouldn't see any problem, he was only two years younger then us, meaning he
was a freshmen in high school, so who gives a fuck if he comes.  My friends
said it shouldn't be a problem so I texted Frankie, "Party tonight. You
in?"  Thirty seconds later I got another text, "Sure when? where?" I told
him I would call him soon and tell him the details.
	We got back to our town twenty minutes later and we all went our
separate ways only to meet again in about three hours for tonight's party.
I thought I should drive and not drink so if Frankie needed to be home for
any reason I could leave the party.  Plus, I wasn't in the mood to drink
much.  At around six my mom got home and I had dinner with her and told her
my plans.  She asked me if I would be coming home tonight and I told her I
didn't know, I might sleep over if I drink, and if I don't drink I'll come
home.  Which is pretty much always true.  She trusts me enough to know I
wont drink and drive.  So with that I called up Chris and asked him what
the plan was.
	"Come over to my house in an hour and we'll figure it all out, the
party starts at a little before nine or so."  I drove over to his house and
we talked about what was going on and I told the guys that I would be
driving in case they needed a ride.  It turns out that three of the four of
us would be driving since five girls would be joining us.  We made the
plans and I ended up just driving my best girl friend, Tina, myself, and of
course, Frankie.  Everyone met at Chris's house except for Frankie who I
had called earlier to let him I know I would pick him up at 8 thirty.
Everyone began leaving Chris house to go to the party and I went to go pick
up Frankie at his house, which was just up the street from my house.
	"I'm here bitch titty," I said into the phone when I arrived at
Frankie's house.  A second later he came bounding out the door and his
parents waved to me in the doorway, signing `I'm watching you' with their
hands pointing to their eyes and them to me to warm me if anything goes
wrong, again.  He jumped into the back seat of my mom's Audi, which she let
me borrow for tonight.  "Ugh, what is he doing here?" Tina said
sarcastically when Frankie got in the car.  "So nice to see you too Tina!"
Frankie laughed.
	"Hey little man," I said as I pulled out of his driveway, "You
better not get too fucked up tonight."  I really didn't want to get yelled
at by his parents again.
	"I wont, I can hold my liquor," he said back to me as he buckled
up.
	"Right, I heard about last time," Tina added, making Frankie shut
up.  "Just do what we say, alright?"  He mumbled his consent and we were on
our way.
	We pulled up in front of the big house a little after nine and we
met our friends inside.  Dave wasn't kidding, there must have been over a
hundred people in the house, and more cars were pulling up.  I would be
surprised if the police don't come tonight, I thought to myself as we made
our way to the pong table that our buddies were at.  Frankie stood really
close to me the entire time but I told him to lighten up and just enjoy
himself.  He asked me if he could be on my team for the pong tournament and
I readily agreed as I put our names on the bracket.  He then walked over to
the keg and grabbed a cup full and downed it quickly.  Maybe he just wants
to get a little tipsy early so he wont be so up tight and nervous about
being the only freshman here.  The party went on and about an hour in
everyone was pretty drunk and I was quite tipsy as I made my way to the
pong table to start our game.  Frankie still was clinging to my side and my
group of friends so he was right on time when the game started.  By
coincidence we were playing Tina and Jon.  Both of them are really fucking
good at pong and I am pretty good, but Frankie is new, so this should be
interesting.
	"Wait, I think there is an age limit at this table," Jon teased as
I gave on ball to Frankie and I took the other.  He just gave the finger
and stuck out his tongue to tell them to fuck off.  They laughed and
watched as I sunk my shot and Frankie missed his, but not by much.  "Don't
worry, you'll get it, its pretty easy," I encouraged him.  Jon and Tina
both made their shots so we had to give them the balls back and drink.
Frankie was relatively tipsy and I was getting there so I knew I should be
watching him intently, but then again, we still had four hours before we
needed to be home.
	"I'm gonna text my mom to see if I can stay out," Frankie said to
me after he missed another shot.  I had thought he had already asked and
his mom just said `no', but I guess not.  I shot mine and it went in again.
Their turn.  Jon missed and Tina missed as well, a very rare occurrence.
Frankie was still tending to his text messages with his mom, pleading to
stay out.  I doubt his mom would want him staying at my house, and I doubt
he could pull off a good lie, so I didn't really get my hopes up about any
possibilities.
	"Your shot Frankie," I said as I handed him the ball.  He shot and
made his first cup.  "YEAH! Finally!" he said as he told Tina to drink up.
I laughed and shot mine and missed.  The game continued and I asked Frankie
what his mom said and he told me she hasn't replied yet.  I thought that
must mean `no' but was surprised when he got a text a minute later that
said, "You can stay at Kyle's house, but be home early
tomorrow. Good-night."  He just showed me the text and smiled.  I was
jumping with joy inside but I just smiled to him and said, "I don't know if
we can stay at my house, but we'll figure something out."  He just shrugged
his shoulders and shot again but missed.  By now we were getting owned and
we only had one cup left, which they hit on the next throw.  Oh well, on to
the next game.  "Nice try Franklin," Tina said.
	"Ha Ha, very funny," Frankie said as I directed him toward the next
table which had flip cup games going.  We got in the next one, which was a
game with ten people on ten, full cup.  This should be interesting, I'm not
used to playing flip cup with a full cup, that's a lot for one game, but
whatever, I have all night, I texted my mom that I wouldn't be coming home
earlier, which made me think about what we were going to do as far as
sleeping arrangements...  I taught Frankie how to play and he quickly got
the hang of it and he did a few practice flips before he joined me on my
team of Chris, Dave, Jess, Kerri, Sam, Nicole, Devin, and some random bitch
I didn't know but started flirting with Chris.  I was anchor, meaning I was
the last person in the line to chug his beer.  If you don't know the game,
it's a game of chugging a quarter cup of beer and then trying to flip it
upside down to pass it to the next person on your team, who then has to
repeat the process with his or her beer before the next one goes.  First
team to finish wins, pretty simple.  The game commenced and I watched as me
team quickly took the lead.  It took a while since we were playing full cup
and ten people but it got to Frankie soon enough since he was in the middle
and he seemed to do well enough.  He chugged it slowly but he flipped it
perfectly on his first try.  It got to me and I had plenty of time before
their team would reach me so we won with ease.  We played that two more
times and I took note of Frankie's light heartedness and shifty feet.  He
seemed to be having fun now that he had lightened up with the help of booze
and good people, but I knew he should have any more for a while.  He asked
if we could play one more game and I said fine, just one more.  So we all
filled our cup one more time and got in our placed around the table.  I was
feeling the effects of the beer quite clearly now and I felt this was a bit
of a dumb move.  But the game commenced anyway and as it got to Frankie I
saw as he threw his cup to his face too quickly and spilled a lot of the
beer all over his shirt and face.  I laughed at him uncontrollably as he
tried to continue drinking and flipping his cup which he finally managed
after a couple tries.  He left the table for a second, I assumed to relieve
his bladder.  When it got to me I threw the cup to my face but someone had
kicked the back of my knee, which caused my leg to buckle and I spilled the
beer all over my shirt and face.  I looked behind me and I saw Frankie
laughed hysterically as he looked at my soaked shirt.  Half a beer had been
emptied onto my shirt and it was soaking through and getting me very wet as
I tried to hold it out in front of me off of my body to keep the cold
liquid of off my chest.  Frankie was soaked as well and I began to take my
shirt off and stood there in just my blue ripped jeans and puma shoes.
Tina whistled, mocking me as I tried to wring out my shirt over the table
that was already covered in beer.  I guess Frankie took that as an
indication for him to do the same, so her removed his shirt, exposing his
bare chest.  I had seen this sight many times since he owns a pool and Pat
and I would always be chilling by the pool and he would often be there with
his friends swimming.  He had a nice light tan, being just the beginning of
spring, and he was showing some definition in his abs and pecs.  The sports
he constantly played kept him in shape for the most part.  He hasn't
started working out yet but he still has some muscles developing.  He saw
me staring at him and he flexed and did a few posses before he went back to
the table.  I just laughed and tried to put the idea of anything sexual out
of my head.
	We continued drinking for a while now, both of us with our shirts
off.  People gradually began to leave around one in the morning and by two
or so most everyone had gone since the girl said her parents would be home
early.  It turns out no one but her close friends could stay over her house
anyway, so now I really had to think about what I was doing for sleeping
arrangements tonight.  Fuck.  Frankie was pretty freaking drunk now and I
was still tipsy, so I didn't want to drive anywhere just yet, maybe in an
hour or so.  About thirty of us remained, including the three guys I came
with and the five girls and then a bunch of Jess's friends.  By two thirty
she told us we all need to leave now, and that was not fucking good for me
at all.  I told Tina that I wouldn't be able to drive for a while and she
said, "Its cool, I'll get a ride home with Dave, he hasn't been drinking
for a while."  I told her alright and asked if there was any room in the
car.  Unfortunately Dave had a four door but it was a little sports car and
he was already taking five people home and he was over packed as is.  Oh
well, maybe someone else could drive me home.
	"Chris, how you getting home?" I asked as I saw him head towards
the cars.  I am getting a ride with Dave.  Jon drove, ask him."  So I did,
but he was doing Jess a favor by driving other people home.  He told me he
would come back for me but I said by then I would be fine to drive, I just
had to wait it out a little.  Fuck, this sucks, now I just gotta chill in
this house for a half hour or more till I am okay to drive.  All this
thinking made me forget about Frankie completely.  SHIT!
	"Have you guys seen Frankie?" I asked Dave as he pulled away.
	"Yeah, he is inside I think, he looks pretty drunk," Dave laughed
as he said good luck.  I went inside to find Frankie and I saw him sitting
in the kitchen eating some popcorn he had made himself.
	"There you are idiot," I said as I grabbed a handful of popcorn.
	"So, how do we get home?" Frankie asked as he slung his still damp
shirt over his shoulder.
	"I don't know, but I think Jess wants us out of here," I said as I
hoisted myself up onto the counter he was sitting on.  Just then Jess came
down and told us to get out.  What a nice girl...
	"Fine, but we're taking the popcorn!" Frankie said as we left her
house and stood in the driveway.  "Why don't we just take a walk and you
can sober up," Frankie suggested as he began walking down the driveway and
took a left at the street.  I loved watching him walk in those loose
sweatpants that he wore all the time.  It wasn't the best clothing to check
someone out in, but he looked really cute in them.  I shrugged and followed
him.  I wasn't drunk anymore, but still a little tipsy.  So we started
walking making sure we didn't make any turns since we didn't know where we
were that well.  It was nice, just the two of us, talking, walking,
chilling.
	"So are you and Tina hooking up?" he asked me after a little while.
	"No," I said, a little shocked by his change in conversation. "We
used to, but now we are just really good friends." I told him, which was
true.  I like guys, but I still like girls, a lot.  I love hooking up with
girls, and Tina was by far the best, so I would always go back to her if
she offered but my mind was set on someone else right now.  "You seeing
anyone?" I asked, not wanted to change the topic now that we were getting
somewhere.
	"Nah, I don't like any of the girls in my grade right now," he said
as he just looked at the ground in front of him and kicked a pebble down
the road.
	"You can always look older," suggesting he find someone in a higher
grade, seeing if he would catch some sort of hint.  I wasn't meaning to
hint at anything between him and I, but I wanted to see if he would go
somewhere with it.
	"I guess, but I don't know any older people, except you," he said,
"and Pat's other friends." Well, that wasn't quite the response I wanted,
but oh well.
	"You had some girls looking at you tonight, especially when you
took your shirt off," I said, trying to boost his self-esteem.
	"Not as much as they were at you, and you were me..."
	"What?" I said, confused by his sentence in my current state.
	"I meant, they weren't looking at me as much as they were looking
at your toned chest and pecs..." he began.
	"Oh, haha, thanks," I started but was cut off.
	"And none were looking at me as much as you were," he said as he
continued to kick the pebble.
	"Say what?"
	"You heard me, frotch (that's fire and crotch combined as one word,
which he often calls me)," he said, "don't act like you weren't looking at
my sexy body!" He then did a few poses and flexed.  Okay, he was being
sarcastic, right? Was he? Fuck, I don't know.
	"Well you were just complimenting my body, so clearly you were
checking me out," I said.
	"Well, maybe a little, I mean, you do have a really toned body,
like really nice..." he said getting a little ahead of himself and then
shutting up.  There was a little silence and then I turned around and he
followed.
	"I think I can drive now."  He just followed right beside me and we
walked the twenty-minute walk back to the car.  "So, I really have no idea
where we are going to sleep tonight..."
	"Haha!" he laughed as he looked at me, "you're serious?  What the
hell? Where are we going to sleep?"  He was a little scared it seemed.  I
just laughed at his reaction.
	"We'll have to think of something, I guess."
	"Hmm, what about a friends house?" he suggested.  I wanted it to be
just the two of us, so I said, "They are probably dead asleep by now..."
	"Well," he continued, "what about the park?"  Now theirs an idea!
I hadn't thought of that one.
	"Yeah, I guess we could just sleep in the park where no one would
be.  I don't want to get woken up at like 7 in the morning by some random
jogger though." I said as we reached the car.
	"True, we'll just have to find a secluded place," he said with a
little smile on his face.  What was he thinking?  Hopefully naughty
thoughts.  Of us.  Hopefully.
	We got to the car and he jumped into the passenger seat and we took
off on the twenty-minute ride back to our town.  My sac was itching me so I
adjusted it and just played with my dick a little and then went back to
driving.  I guess booze has the same effects as weed does on me.  Or maybe
I am just always horny.  Apparently Frankie had noticed an he piped up,
"Stop playing with yourself, I don't want to die tonight cuz you weren't
paying attention to the road because you were to busy jacking off," he said
looking at my crotch.
	"Well, then how bout you jack me off and I concentrate on driving,"
I said, testing him.
	"How bout I don't and I just jack myself off because I am not
driving!" he said as he began to play with himself through his sweatpants.
I was totally fine with that!  "No, you would just watch me instead of the
road and then we'll crash anyway," he said as he continued rubbing himself
and laughed.  I looked over and noticed some movement going on in his
pants, possibly some lengthening of a certain organ.  "Fuck, I didn't mean
to do that!" he said as he continued playing with his growing penis.
	"Looks like you are boning up," I said as I admired his crotch.
	"I didn't meant to get a boner, but now that I have one I can't
leave it alone," he said sadly, "now what do it do!  I'm so horny and this
feels so goooooood!"  It looks like it does; I practically licked my lips
just watching him.  He looked and saw me staring on occasion as I tried to
concentrate on the road.  "Its not polite to stare," he said as he
continued to rub his dick through his sweatpants, which was now clearly
evident and looked like it was a good size, too.  That, of course, gave me
a boner and made it that much harder to drive.
	"I wasn't staring," I said as I took another glance at his
prominent boner, "I am just occasionally looking."
	"Oh, well that's fine," he said with a smile.  Jesus, Frankie is
making me so hot and I can't think straight.  Here I am driving with my
shirt off at three in the morning, tipsy, with a half naked beauty sitting
next to me playing with his dick through his pants!  And boy was he cute.
He had short, messy brown hair that fell over his big brown eyes that
matched perfectly.  Lastly, his mischievous bright white smile, his most
notorious attribute, topped him off.  I just wanted to reach over and
stroke his boyhood but I wasn't sure what he would do.  I continued driving
and he continued playing with himself, randomly moaning when he would do
something extra nice for himself.  "Just get to the park already!" he said
as he picked up his pace on his dick.
	"Holy shit dude," I said as I watching him pump his boner through
his sweats, "are you seriously jacking off?"  I though he was just playing
with himself, I didn't know he was actually jacking off!
	"Yeah dude," he said through ragged breaths, "I am so fucking horny
and my dick is so fucking hard!"
	"We still got a little ways before we get there, so save it!"
	"FUCK!" he said as he reluctantly let go of his dick.  "Well at
least I am not the only one with a boner!"  I glanced down at my jeans and
noticed my dick was clearly visible as it stretched down my leg and poked
my pants up at the end where it was trying desperately to get out.  And
then I almost crashed because I jump in my seat and jerked the wheel
because I got the surprise of a lifetime.
	"HOLY SHIT!" I gasped as I felt Frankie squeeze my dick head just
once with his left hand as his right squeezed his own a couple of times.
	"Just checkin to make sure I wasn't the only one in this
situation," he said as that mischievous grin spread across his face again.
I regained control of the car and speed up way beyond the speed limit.  Now
I really wanted to get to the park to relieve some pressure, too!
	"And what's the verdict," I asked after I adjusted my dick and
looked at him.
	"Seems like we're in the same boat." I could smell the booze on his
breath as he smiled again.
	"Actually, I think I am losing it..." I said, hoping he would
check.
	"Really?" he asked as he reached out again and tugged it.  FUCK!
That feels so fucking good!  "I think it's still pretty hard," he said as
he gave it another squeeze.
	"It goes down pretty quickly, so give it a second and it will be
gone, and then you'll be all alone in your situation."  No way in hell does
my boner ever go down quickly, but maybe he will feel obligated to keep it
hard... I hope.
	"Not on my watch!" he said as he reached over the armrest and put
his hand back on my crotch and rubbed my dick.  His warm naked arm brushed
against my bare chest and electric shocks went through my body.
	"God damn, Frankie, that feels amazing!" He didn't say anything; he
just kept squeezing my dick head, not quite jacking me off, but sure as
hell not letting my boner deflate.  Another five minutes passed and I
pulled into the parking lot of our park.  My Frankie's street accesses the
back entrance to the park so in the morning it would be really easy for us
to get out of here if he needed to be home early.  I park the car and
Frankie doesn't stop groping my crotch, feeling everything he can in my
baggy jeans as I just moan and try to pull his hand away and motion him to
get out of the car.  I was surprised I didn't already blow a load in my
pants on the drive over!  I went to the trunk and took out a blanket that's
always there for when my mom watches my soccer games in the cool fall
weather.  We began walking into the park and with every other step Frankie
would reach over and squeeze my cock head.
	"Frankie, please, wait until I at least can lie down or something,
you are making it so hard for me to walk," I pleaded as I tried to walk
further with my boner pushing against my jeans in a most painful way.
	"Hahaha, sorry," he said as he reached out one more time and
squeezed me.  "It's so funny, every time I do that it twitched and moves!"
No shit, I thought, it's a dick.  "I am sure yours does too," I said as I
reached over for his dick but he slapped my hand away.  Huh, don't get
that, but whatever, maybe later he'll lighten up.
	We walked further into the woods along the paths that were made for
the joggers until we strayed from the path and found a clearing a little
ways off.  I cleared the area of as many sticks and twigs as I could.
Frankie didn't help at all; he just watched me and played with his still
hard dick.  I began to shed some of my clothes so I was just standing in my
boxers and shoes and socks and I made a pillow on the ground with my
clothes and then I spread the blanket out.  I laid down on the ground and
looked up at the sky as Frankie can into my field of view and looked down
at me.  I reached a hand up and cupped his balls that were still confined
in his sweatpants.  He released his dick and let his hands drop to his
sides as I continued to manipulate his sac and testicles around in their
cotton prison.  He dropped to his knees in front of me on the blanket and I
began stroking his dick head, teasing the piss slit with my finger.  He was
moaning like crazy, bucking his hips into my hand, thrusting with all he
had.
	"Oh fuck," he moaning as I squeezed his dick and pulled his sac
down and away from his dick, straining them and eliciting a gasp from
Frankie.  "Keep it up, keep jacking me off, Kyle."
	That was all I needed to hear.  I began to jack him off furiously
through his sweatpants until he was panting and his eyes began to roll back
into his head.  His dick was so hot that my hands were beginning to burn as
I rubbed under is cock head and continued to tug at his sac.  His moaning
got louder and he bucked his hips on last time before his mouth just
dropped open and he squirmed in my hands and shook all over and his cum
drenched my hands through his boxers and pants.  He trusted three more
times into my hands, each time making a bigger wet mark on his pants and
more cum soaking my hands.  He let out one more gasp and fell on top of me,
eyes still closed, shirt still off, pants soaked, breathing heavy, and fell
asleep.  I pulled my hands out from under him and positioned himself in a
more comfortable position for both of us.  I brought my still soaked hands
and rubbed the cum off of them on his naked torso and put the remainder in
my mouth, tasting my precious boy.  And boy did he taste precious.  With
that I dozed off as well as my stomach would rise and fall along with the
cute little boys head that was resting on it.

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