Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2009 23:25:48 -0400
From: kyle <datsmyemail2@gmail.com>
Subject: Kyle's Plans-part 6

Previously...

      Frankie cuddled up against me as he pulled a blanket over us that was
left on my couch from before.  He fell asleep in my arms as my dick rested
between those round cheeks of him and my hand gripped firmly to his boy
hood and my mouth planted countless kisses on his neck.  I can only imagine
that it was the best nights sleep ever!

	I woke up to find my sweet little Frankie still snuggled up against
me in our warm little bed on the couch.  My morning wood was pressed firmly
against his ass cheeks and my hand was still grabbing his semi hard dick.
I kissed him gingerly on the neck as he stirred and gradually woke up,
pushing firmly back against me and shoving my dick harder against his ass.
I squeezed his dick once and it rose to full attention as I pushed against
him some more.  He moaned a little and blinked a few times before fully
waking up.  Rolling over, Frankie was now face to face with me and gave me
a quick peck on the lips as his hard dick rubbed up on my own.
	"Morning," he said as he gave me another kiss with a little tongue
this time.  He got up after throwing the covers off of us and stretched,
giving me a perfect view of his beautiful body.  As he stretched his arms
up and over his head his tight belly grew tighter and some of his bottom
ribs showed.  His thin legs made his dick look thicker as it laid flat
against his tummy.  He turned around slowly and bent down and looked back
at me.  "Oops, I dropped something," he laughed as he gave me a great view
of his stunning ass cheeks.  I reached my hand out and grabbed a handful of
his cheek and squeezed, eliciting a little yelp from Frankie as he jumped
in the air.  Unfortunately he found his boxers on the floor and pulled them
up and around his waist, hiding his still prominent package.  Wait a
minute, those aren't his boxers!
	"Hey, those are mine buddy!" I said as I saw him adjust his boner,
which was now concealed by my white boxers!  He laughed and manipulated his
hard dick so it was poking out of the fly of my boxers and he walked over
toward me and smeared his dick head on my face.
	"Lil' Frankie wanted to give you a kiss, too," Frankie laughed as
he tucked himself away and went upstairs.  I gradually got up, after
playing with my morning wood a little, and folded the blanket that we slept
under and looked around for my clothes.  I figured if Frankie was wearing
mine, I could wear his.  I wasn't much bigger then Frankie, in all and any
areas.  I was a little over and inch taller, and maybe had about fifteen
pounds on him, at the most.  I was a little broader but that was only
because I worked out and therefore had more definition.  My dick was also
just a little bigger then his at just over six inches.  I am not thrilled
with that, but oh well, it seems to work wonders and no one has complained,
yet.  I pulled his boxers up over my junk and noted the tightness and soft
material that surrounded my dick and balls.  It was nice, comforting.  I
managed to grab a few beer cans that were still full and went upstairs and
emptied them in the sink as I watched Frankie crack some eggs.
	"Go ahead, help yourself," I said jokingly as I slapped his ass
clad in my boxers.
	"Ouch!" he cried and managed to drop an egg on the floor.  "Oops,
my bad," he laughed as he tried his best to clean it with paper towels and
other shit.  "So what do you think of my boxers?" he asked after he
finished cleaning up and I took over cooking the eggs.  I actually don't
like eggs unless it's an omelet, but I'll settle if that's what Frankie
wants.
	"They are very nice, very nice indeed," I said as I cupped my sac
with my hand.
	"Yours aren't bad either," he replied as he stretched them open and
let them snap back against his waist and a little painful look appeared on
his face.  I laughed and finished cooking the eggs as he grabbed some
plates and glasses after opening the incorrect cabinet three times.  He set
my kitchen table with the porcelain dishware and poured some milk into our
glasses as I added some salt and pepper to the eggs and brought the skillet
over to the table, dishing out an equal proportion to each of us.  We sat
around the table, I took the head and he sat at the foot.  The eggs were
decent, I mean, I did make them, but like I said, I don't like eggs to
begin with.  We ate in silence, just looking at each other the whole time,
smiling, and I got up when I finished and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
I walked into the living room and put my MGMT album into my Mom's old
classy Bang and Olufsen stereo.  The first song was `Time to Pretend,' a
fucking good song and it got me happy and moving.  I love to pump some good
music in the morning because it sets the tone for the rest of the day.  I
usually play very trippy, stoner music, as some call it.  I love it.  I
just make crazy music videos to it in my head of some of the most trippy
and fluid things.  Makes me wonder if I made the right career move now...
"We need some cleaning music," I said to Frankie as he started bopping his
head to the music, in a very over the top manner to make fun of my taste in
music, but I saw him tapping his feet soon enough.  We made our descent
back into the basement to start the cleaning and preparing for my mother to
get home.  Frankie brought a big garbage bag down and collected all the
empties and I got the Windex and paper towels to wipe up the dried beer and
other crap that was all over my shitty basement furniture.  We stayed in
the other's boxers the whole time.
	I got a call from my mom about a half hour into our clean up and I
picked it up hoping for the best; "Hello?" I said as I flipped my phone
open to answer the call.
	"Hey sweetie, I decided to get some breakfast with Jonathan and
then he wants to go for a hike in the Audubon Society area I was telling
you about," she said into the phone.
	"Oh yeah, I know the one, okay cool," I said, realizing that would
give me more time alone with my boy.  We talked for a little longer and she
told me to expect her back around dinnertime or so.  I agreed and we hung
up and I went over to Frankie who was bending over picking up some more
beer cans.  I got behind him and swept my hand over his ass.  Starting at
his taint, I ran my hand up and along his ass crack and up to the elastic
band of my boxers and over his spine, causing goose bumps to rise on his
arms.
	"Hhooooolly shiiiitttt," he said slowly as I finished my quick
groping of my sweet little man.  I laughed as he stood up straight and
turned around to face me.  He had to arch his head back as I bent my head
down to plant a nice kiss on his mouth and he opened his mouth forcing his
tongue into mine, battling to get further back into my throat.  I put my
hands around his soft waist and pulled him closer to me, feeling his hard
dick poke my own.  He seemed to always be hard, but I loved that.  I
continued kissing and feeling him up for another minute or so until I could
feel his leaking dick on my own as he leaked through the material of his
boxers and my boxers.  Pulling away and stepping back a foot, I turned
around and helped him pick up the rest of the cans and put them in the
trash bag.  "So what we doing today?" Frankie asked as I continued picking
up cans.
	"Dunno, when you gotta be home again?" I asked, checking to see how
long I had with him.
	"Like I told you last night, if you had only listened," he teased
me as he plopped another can into the trash bag, "my parents are at the
shore house until late this afternoon, and they just want me back for
dinner or something."  I nodded my head and brought the now full trash bag
upstairs and put it down in the mudroom.  I looked around the family room
and tidied up the place a little; fluffed some pillows, straightened out
some furniture, and some other useless shit in an attempt to make things
look the way they did when my Mom left last night.
	"Wanna take a shower, I smell like sex and cum," I said as I lifted
my armpits and took a sniff of myself.  I saw Frankie do the same to
himself and reach his hand down my, which were on him, boxers and feel his
dick before he brought his hand to his face to take a whiff of his sweaty
sac.  He cringed and made an awful look as he smelled his hand. I laughed
as I headed out of the family room and upstairs, shucking the boxers off as
I reached the stairs.  I ran up the rest of the stairs nude and headed for
the bathroom.  We have three bathrooms in total, two with a shower, and one
of those was in my Mom's room, so that wasn't going to happen.  I turned on
the showerhead and set it to a temperature that I thought would be just
right for me.  I felt a hand on my ass as I stepped into the shower.  I
jumped a little as I looked around to see Frankie stepping over the tub
walls to get in beside me under the warm spray of the water.  I noticed he
was still in my white boxers when he got under the water, which quickly
soaked the material and made it see through, which I thought was extremely
hot.  I saw the outline of his dick, which was beginning to swell, through
the translucent material of my white boxers that hugged his stiffening
dick.  I watched as the water beaded on his skin and ran down his chest and
soaked into my boxers.  He smiled as I grabbed the bar of soap and ran a
lathered hand over his torso and stomach, cleaning him as best I could.
Slowly, he turned around and I paid special attention to his back and neck,
giving him a soft massage as he cooed and moaned in my arms, letting me
know he was enjoying it.  I dug my thumbs deep into the knots that riddled
his neck.  He shifted his head from right to left over and over, rolling
his shoulders as I continued my massage.  He turned back around and grabbed
the soap and took to my chest, paying special attention to my erect nipples
that jutted out, pointing directly at him.  He flicked his tongue over each
one as he continued soaping me up, cleaning me everywhere.  I reached for
the shampoo and let it drip out into his short brown hair as I ran my hands
through that soft mop on his head.  He decided to make it easier for me to
reach so he got on his knees, and from there he gave me a great dick
cleaning, with his mouth.  Frankie swirled his tongue around my knob,
giving it a proper cleaning while his hand jacked me off furiously, getting
me quickly to the point of no return.  I played with his hair moving the
shampoo around as he licked my sac and taint, causing me to moan in
pleasure.  Frankie stood up quickly though, leaving my dick in a painfully
erect state, and took the shampoo from me and put some in his hand and ran
it through my short red hairs, both on my head and on my pelvic area.  We
washed each other completely before we just sat under the spray on my
showers built in seats, talking about our plans.  "So, what you thinking,"
Frankie asked as the water hit his head and bounced off like he was
standing under a waterfall.  It was really pretty, the way the water ran
down his soft cheeks and ran the contours of his lips before hitting his
chin and rolling off and down his neck.  He smiled as he watched me admire
his cute face.
	"Well, I am fine with just staying here," I said as I played with
my still hard boner.  He reached over and gave it a few strokes after I
adjusted the water to make it a little warmer since we were running out of
hot water.  I leaned back as I let him go to town on my dick.  Frankie
tugged on me for a little then he stopped and jumped out of the shower
abruptly while laughing.  I thought that was odd but whatever, less warm
water for HOLY SHIT THAT'S COLD!  That little fuck turned the knob all the
way to the cold setting! FUCK!  I jumped out as quickly as I could and
turned off the shower.  Frankie, who was still wearing my soaking wet and
soapy boxers, pointed to my now flaccid and shrunken dick and laughed.  I
shrugged as I grabbed a towel and walked by my laughing boy toy.  I decided
to make him pay so I quickly sac tapped him as I walked by him and into my
room.  That stopped that laughing and replaced it with a long drawn out,
"Awww," as he hunched over and grabbed his balls and fell to the tile floor
of my bathroom.  My turn to laugh.
	I walked into my room and toweled off and dried my hair to an
extent.  Rummaging though my drawers for a nice pair of boxers, I settled
with the one pair of boxer briefs that I had.  I threw on an undershirt and
another white t-shirt with a small Nine Inch Nails graphic spray-painted on
the front and a larger one on the back.  I then grabbed a pair of tattered
jeans and pulled them up and over my briefs, topping it off with a thick
white hemp belt.  As you can tell, I really like the color white.  I also
have white pumas, but I decided to wear my brown ones today.  Frankie
joined me in my room a couple minutes later, holding a towel around his
waist and clutching his still sore balls.
	"Sorry, but I was only getting even," I said as I watched him go
through my drawers and take out a pair of my smaller boxers.  "What am I?
Your second closet?" I asked as he pulled his boxers off himself and
nodded.  "You fucking live right down the street!  Use your own clothes!"
I said, even though I didn't really care actually, in fact, I kinda liked
that he wore my clothes but I was still going to give him a hard time.
	"Shut up, you like it and we both know it," Frankie said as he
slapped his ass as he turned and looked back at me.  God he knows me too
well.  I didn't have any old jeans so he wore the ones he was wearing last
night.  I watched him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone and
slide it open, "Its Rich," Frankie told me as he put the phone to his ear.
	"What up?" he asked as I watched him have the conversation with his
best friend Richard.  Rich and I know each other pretty well because he
would often come with us when Frankie would hang out with me.  Plus, he was
always over Frankie's house whenever I was over there hanging out with Pat.
	"I'm chilling with Kyle, we were just, uhhh, playing some video
games," he laughed as he looked at me smiling.  Lying already.
	"Sure, I can hang later, how bout we pick you up in a bit," pause,
"oh you're hungry, I guess we could go out and get something to eat, I'll
get Kyle to drive us around!" he said into the phone smiling.  I am no
chauffer, but for him, I'll do anything.  He hung up after another minute
or so and he told me what the low down was.  "We are gonna pick up Rich and
grab some grub in a little."  I nodded and headed downstairs to grab a
drink or soda for myself as I turned on the tube to ESPN to watch some of
the college basketball that was taking place.  After all, it is March
madness.  Frankie sat down next to me and we watched the Villanova game for
about an hour until it was two-o-clock, time to go eat food.  "Rich wants
to eat at `Friday's,' okay?" Frankie asked me as he put his shoes on and
ran out the garage door with me following close behind.  He was already at
my car door waiting for me to open it by the time I got out the back door
and closed the garaged bay.  "Lets go already, I'm starving!" Frankie
complained in an attempt to annoy me.  I chose to ignore him and take my
time a little.
	"Shit, hang on I gotta get my wallet, I guess I left it inside," I
realized after I hopped into the drivers seat and buckled up only to get
out a second later.
	"No, I got it, I took it before," Frankie said as he reached into
his pocket and threw my wallet at me with a smile.  I thought nothing of it
and took off down the road to Richard's house.  Rich lived pretty close to
us, but the roads were very windy so it took a couple minutes to get to his
house.  We cruised while listening to some of my Ratatat, some more trippy
music that I love to drive to, and we got there about five minutes later
and waited for him in the driveway.  I know his parents because they are
Daniel's Mother's best friends, if you followed that.  Daniel would call
Rich's parents his aunt and uncle, even though they weren't related at all,
just really good family friends.  Mrs. Reilly, Rich's mom, was always over
Danny's house hanging out with Dan's mom, so that's how I met her.  Rich
came running out of his garage a few moments later and hopped into the back
seat and said, `what's up' to Frankie and I.  Rich is a pretty cute kid.
He is the same height as Frankie, standing at just above 5'6" or so, and he
had short blond hair that got bleached in the sun.  He had a really cute
laugh and he was always by Frankie's side, wherever they went.  He had
light green eyes with a few freckles on his cheeks and an upturned nose and
a small pair of lips.  He was thin, like Frankie and I, and he was a great
baseball player so he was in pretty nice shape.  Overall, he was a cute
kid.
	"Ugh, change this crap!" Rich said as he got in the car, referring
to my choice in music.  Whenever Frankie and Rich were together, they would
always harass me and try to piss me off.  Just like when I was over Pat's
house and Frankie would make fun of my hair or something.  They got a kick
out of it when I would retaliate and throw insults back at them or
threatened to kick their ass.  I think they actually would like to see my
try.  Frankie often would jump on me and try to wrestle me to the ground,
but I would just throw him off.  Sometimes he got me in a headlock and he
managed to take me down, but usually I'd win.  So I ignored Rich and
instead turned the volume up to piss him off.  He decided to reach into the
front seat and over the center consol and turn on the radio to stupid z100,
what crap.  I let them play what they wanted while I drove the couple miles
to the town over that had the Friday's in little strip mall.  The parking
lot was nearly empty as I pulled in and parked close to the entrance and
shut the car off.  The two boys jumped out and headed inside as I locked
the car and followed soon after them.  Friday's was a home of a couple of
memories for me.  I had gone here a bunch of times with my friends when we
had the munchies and we would always give the waiters and waitresses a hard
time, but we left a nice tip.  It was just a place for juvenile fun.  Like
I said, I am always looking to do something stupid and possibly get me in
trouble.  Sometimes I got in more trouble then I have wanted and ended up
in cuffs a few times... but that's neither here nor there.
	I got inside and the Frankie was waiting for me along with Rich at
the Hostess's bar waiting to be seated.  "Three," I said as I made eye
contact with the Hostess and she led us down and aisle to a booth that was
in the back rather secluded from any of the others.  Rich sat down and I
sat next to him and Frankie sat across from me.  We all picked up our menus
and waited for our drink order to be put in.  Our waitress walked by us a
couple times before she finally stopped and asked us if we would like
anything to drink.  She smelled like sweat, probably from working the
morning shift, too.  She was pretty old, maybe a mom supporting a family,
so I knew I was going to leave a nice tip.  Frankie ordered a sprite, Rich
ordered a stupid raspberry drink that was loaded with sugar, and I ordered
a glass of water.  I continued looking over my menu, already knowing what I
wanted; a crispy chicken wrap!  Not the healthiest thing, but whatever, I
can go for a run later.  But then I noticed `munchie mania,' which had
every type of wing, fries, chicken fingers, and more crap!  It looked
amazing!  I should have smoked before... The only reason I didn't is
because Frankie doesn't smoke, although he said he would try brownies, so
that may come in handy.
	"You guys ready to order?" I asked as I placed my menu down on the
table and took a sip of my cool water.  I got a nod from Rich and I got a
foot straight to my nuts from Frankie.  I collapsed on top of the table as
I grabbed my crotch and cradled my sore balls.
	"That was for before, and yes, I am ready to order," Frankie said
as his shit eating grin spread across his face as mine disappeared.  Rich
just had a confused look on his face as he watched me gasp for air while
Frankie laughed lightly to himself.  "He sac tapped me before when we were
wrestling," Frankie explained to Rich, which was a lie.  He didn't mention
the fact that we had just showered together, but maybe that's for the best.
Rich just nodded and laughed as he sat back and glanced at my crotch, which
I still held on to firmly.  I always like revenge, so I figure I'll have it
soon enough, just gotta think of what it will be.  The waitress still
hasn't noticed the fact that our menus were down and we were just chatting,
so I decided I'd have my pay back now.  Frankie almost always had a boner,
and I know he loved playing with it, especially in front of me, so that
gave me an idea.  I put my foot up and into his crotch, applying light, but
gradual, pressure to his junk.  He acted natural as I forced my foot harder
against his dick and balls.  I noticed a change in facial expression as I
began moving my foot around, trying to stimulate him so he got a boner.  I
took another sip from my glass as I continued pushing against his package.
Finally he reached down and adjusted himself and I knew he had a boner.  I
indicated to Rich, who had no idea what was going on.  I whispered in his
ear, "Frankie has a boner, and I know he can't leave it alone."  Rich
didn't seem to understand where I was going with this, but he looked
interested.  "Push your feet into his crotch," I told him as Frankie closed
his eyes and I pushed one more time before I let Rich replace my foot with
his.  Frankie didn't seem to notice the difference as he sank down into his
seat and pushed against Rich's foot.
	Rich turned to me and smiled as he continued pressing against
Frankie's hard dick, almost jacking him off.  I didn't see the waitress
approaching since the kitchen was behind me and to the left but Frankie did
and he tried to act as natural as he could while Rich continued to jack him
off as best he could with his feet.  The waitress stood at my side, unable
to see anything that was happening under the table and in Frankie's crotch
as she asked, "You boys ready to order?"  I didn't think I was still
considered a boy, though even today I am told all the time that I look 16,
but whatever.
	"Yes," I said, as I place my order, "I'll have the crispy chicken
wrap with ranch instead of the honey mustard sauce, and can I have fries
instead of chips?" I asked, to which she just nodded and looked over at
Rich, who was fiddling around, most likely due to his manipulation of his
foot that was going to town on Frankie's dick.  I glanced at Frankie and
his eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he coughed to stop from
moaning in pleasure.  I did all I could to hold back from laughing out
loud.
	"Hi, I'll have the cheese burger with cheddar cheese, lettuce,
tomato, and fried onions with a side of fries and can I get another drink?"
Rich said after the waitress looked over at him as an indication for him to
give his order.  The waitress again just nodded and looked over at Frankie
who was shifting his head from side to side and opening and closing his
eyes as Rich kept his dick massage going at full pace.
	"And for you young man?" the waitress said when Frankie didn't
immediately say his order.
	"I'll haaavveee, ahh, the uhhh, AHHH, the crispy chiCKEN, ohhh,"
Frankie gasped as Richard brought him closer and closer to the edge.
	"Sorry sweetie?" the waitress said with a questioning look.
	"Oh, sorry, he isn't feeling well, but he wants what I am having,
right Franklyn?" I said, teasing him in his current embarrassing state.  He
just nodded and closed his eyes again.  The waitress took that as her cue
to leave and grabbed our menus and left.  Rich turned to me and smiled a
huge smile as he pulled his feet up and took his shoe off and brought his
foot, now only in a white ankle sock, back to Frankie straining boyhood.  I
just laughed as Rich got more and more into it as he started shaking his
leg rapidly in attempt to put Frankie past the point of no return.  Frankie
lunged forward at the table and his mouth dropped open as he gasped and
moaned and threw his head back.  I watched in pure bliss as I saw my boy
have his orgasm in public at a restaurant while being jacked off by his
best friend's foot.
	"Ugh, you little bitch, you got my sock wet!" Rich laughed as he
pulled his foot away and put his shoe back on even though there was some
cum on his sock.  I was really surprised that Rich actually went through
with it; I didn't think he would actually jack Frankie off with his foot!
I gave him a puzzled look that I guess explained my thoughts.  "Frankie and
I have been fooling around for a while now, just boys being boys," Rich
said as he turned to Frankie and said, "How was it?"
	"Would have been better if I got my dick out of my fly, but you
wouldn't move your foot!" Frankie said in between breaths.  Now it was my
turn to look shocked.  Frankie saw my reaction and smiled at me with his
mischievous smile as I looked at him quizzically.  "I know that was your
way of `getting back at me,' but I don't think it worked out the way you
planned," Frankie teased as he continued to mock me.
	"What are you talking about, you couldn't place your order!" I said
in disbelief.
	"So, I enjoyed it, and I know you wanted me to get embarrassed, but
I don't care!" Frankie laughed.  Fuck him for being so confident!  I wanted
to get back at him, instead I just made him shoot his load and he couldn't
be happier!  Well, maybe later I'll try again.
	"When the fuck did you guys start getting down and dirty with each
other?" I asked as I looked back and forth between the blond and the
brunette.  They both smiled and I watched as Rich reached down and adjusted
himself.  He was wearing some tattered jeans, like Frankie and I were, and
an orange t-shirt that made him look nice and tan.  His green boxers were
sticking out slightly from his jeans and bunching up as he continued to
play with himself as he watched me fuck him with my eyes.
	"I don't know, like a year now?" Frankie answered, "We just
accidently did it when we were arguing and got in a wrestling slash verbal
fight.  And before we knew it, my hand was on his dick!" I laughed
hysterically at the way Frankie told the story and my laughter caused Rich
to burst out laughing too.
	"Sounds like fun," I said as I continued laughing.  We continued
talking about random shit that was happening after we got off the topic of
sex and dicks and soon enough our food was brought out and I had my hands
around my crispy chicken wrap.  It was pretty good, hit the spot nicely.  I
chowed down on my wrap as Frankie and Rich tore in to their food.  I went
to town on that wrap, quickly downing half of it before the two of them
finished a quarter of their meal.
	"Fuck, I dropped my fork," Frankie said as he bent down under the
table to retrieve it.
	"Leave it, they'll bring you a new one," Rich said as he took
another bite of his burger.
	"No, pick it up, why make their job harder?" I said in defense of
the bus boys and the waitresses that worked here.  I have worked at four
restaurants and I hated when customers left a mess even though I always
left `concoctions' on the table when I was younger, which often consisted
of a drink filled with ketchup, salt, pepper, random shit, more crap,
excess food, napkins, and more crap, just to piss off the waiters.
	"I know, I'm picking it up, it just fell under the table," Frankie
said from under the table.  I continued eating my food and drinking my
water until I felt a hand on my hemp belt, unbuckling the buckle and
unzipping my jeans!
	I threw my hands down to my crotch to slap away the intruding hands
that I assumed belong to Frankie as I dropped my wrap back onto my plate.
Rich looked at my crotch and saw Frankie trying desperately to open my
pants and free my growing dick.  "Jesus, what the fuck!" I gasped as I
struggled to keep Frankie's hands off of my cock.  I guess Rich thought it
would be a good idea for him to help so he grabbed my hands!  The little
fucker wasn't helping me, he was helping Frankie!  "No, please, Rich,
please stop," I pleaded to the giggling blond to my left.  He didn't heed
my cries for help, instead he began poking my ribs, distracting me and
forcing me to take my hands away from the fingers that were fiddling with
my belt buckle and zipper!  I was being double teamed by two kids younger
then me, and my dick was hard as the Einstein's theory of relativity!
Frankie managed to get my zipper all the way down and my belt unbuckled
with my button barley holding my jeans together.  Rich threw a hand down
into my crotch and got my button undone and then went back to distracting
me by poking and probing my sides.  I noticed a waiter walking down our
aisle and I quickly grabbed Rich and put him in a headlock giving him an
noogie as I smiled to the waiter, trying to act as natural as possible in
the current situation.  Rich was laughing hysterically now and was gasping
for air as Frankie got my pants down around my knees and was rubbing his
hand around my hard dick, not yet tugging it, just teasing it.  I tried to
pull my pants back up but Rich slapped my hands away and grabbed my wrist,
preventing me from doing anything.  I was far stronger then him, but I just
let them have their way with me since they got this far already.  Rich
pulled my hands up and away from my lap and placed them on my plate,
indicating for me to eat my food as he smiled gleefully.  I looked in his
lap and could make out the outline of his hard dick, which seemed to be the
size of Frankie, if not a little smaller, but I couldn't be sure.  He
reached down and adjusted himself then went back to eating his burger,
acting as if nothing was taking place under the table.  I don't know how
people didn't notice us!  It was two in the afternoon, a little after the
usual lunch rush, and we were in a secluded area, but still, it was a
miracle!  "AHH!" I gasped as Frankie used his finger to play with my piss
slit and tease my dick some more.  I was leaking a lot now and he was just
rubbing my pre cum into my briefs, only making me harder and hornier.  I
started panting and I think Frankie got the hint and just grabbed the
length of my whole dick, which was running down the side of my leg and just
slowly jacked me off in a steady rhythm.  I was panting and moaning as I
bit my lower lip and focused on the attention Frankie was giving my dick
head.  He reached a hand up and cupped my sac, which was sweating and in
dire need of some loving.  He rubbed my balls around in his hand before he
went back to work on my dick head, putting me closer to the point of no
return.  Rich then decided now would be a good time to grab my hand on
place it on his crotch!  I had no idea this lunch would be such a
grope-fest!  I wonder if the `lunch special' will be cum served on a little
brown haired boy's face, because I was ready to blow!  Rich indicated for
me to grab his hard dick, which was running down his pant leg, by placing
his hand on top of mine and rubbing up and down.  I did what he wanted and
I started jacking him off as Frankie continued jacking me off.
	"Oh god, yes!" Rich gasped as I played with his hard too and
tickled his sac as much as I could.  I was getting really close to cumming
now, and I think Frankie knew it.  He sped up his pace on my dick and just
focused all his attention on my head as he teased and played with my piss
slit and underside of my dick head, or at least as much of it as he could
given the fact that my dick was still hidden by my briefs, which were
soaked with my pre cum.  I gasped one more time before I flooded my briefs
with my cum.  "AHH!" I cried as I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep
from screaming out in the restaurant.  I felt Frankie's mouth close around
my dick in an attempt to suck the juices out of the material and into his
eager mouth.  I shot another couple of times into my briefs as Frankie
continued to milk the material for all he could get.  I closed my eyes as I
tried to catch my breath.  Finally Frankie came back up, holding his fork
and smiling from ear to ear.
	"Got my fork," he said, which of course caused all of us to burst
out laughing.  He had some cum on his face that he quickly licked clean as
he flashed me another smile.  I had forgotten about the dick that was in my
hand and Rich reminded me by pressing down firmly on my hand with his own.
I apologized and went back to jacking him off through the restricting
material of his jeans.  I guess he didn't want to be left out, after all,
both Frankie and I had creamed in our own underwear already!  I took my
hand away briefly to pull my pants back up and buckle my belt and zip up
before I went back to tugging on his hard tool.  It didn't take long for
him to get off and with a few more tugs, his hot, hard tool shot into his
jeans, soaking into the material and getting on my hands a little.  I
brought my hand to my mouth subconsciously and licked my hand clean before
I realized what I was doing.  Rich looked at me and panted and closed his
eyes.
	"Thanks, need that," he said when he came back down from cloud
nine.
	"No problem," I said, as I picked up my now cold crispy chicken
wrap.  We all ate the rest of our meal in silence as we glanced back and
forth at each other, smiling from ear to ear because we knew this was the
start of something big.  Just them my cell phone vibrated in my pocket and
I reached in to retrieve it.  Shit, it was already 3 o-clock, we had been
there for an hour!  I looked at the caller id and it read `Chris.'  He
probably just wants to blaze in the mountains again like we do every Sunday
before doing our homework and preparing for the dreary Monday that started
the school week.  "Hello?" I said as I flipped the phone open.
	"Yo man, what you doing?" Chris responded.
	"Just getting some lunch, what about you?" I asked, leaving out the
fact that I was still with Frankie.
	"Oh, I am about to go for a cruise through the mountains with Dave
if you wanna join, what you thinking?"
	"Yeah, sure, but how bout we do it in an hour or so?" I asked as I
put the last piece of my wrap into my mouth.  He agreed and I told him I'd
see him soon and hung up.  "Frankie," I said as I put my phone back in my
pocket, "are your parents back yet, but I think my mom is going to home
around four and I wanna blaze and then do homework, so is it cool if I drop
you off in an hour?"  Frankie gave me a sad look that melted me, but he
smiled and said, "Yeah, sure, I still got a lot of work to do."  Then he
turned to Rich and said, "You wanna work on that Chem project we gotta do?"
	"Yeah, sure, might as well get some of it done," Rich replied as we
cleaned up and asked for the check.  The waitress brought back our check
after clearing our plates and I opened the book to see how big the bill
was.  Thirty-five bucks, sounds reasonable.  We all chipped in and I threw
another seven bucks in for a tip.  We left the table in a strange manner
because we were trying to cover up the wet spots that were on the front of
our pants and pretty noticeable.  We got to the car and I turned the key to
the ignition and tore out of the parking lot to drop Frankie and Richard
off at Frankie's house.  On the drive over Rich insisted that we listen to
some more of that z100 crap.  I didn't mind, I found a new playmate, he can
have his z100 if I can have his body and hopefully his mouth, maybe?
	I got to Frankie's house five minutes later and said peace to them.
I would have wanted a more private way to say good-bye to Frankie, but oh
well.  "See you guys tomorrow, bright and early!" I said as I reminded them
of school tomorrow at 7 in the morning.  The waved good-bye and I took off
to go home and change before I go smoke with my buds.  I pulled into my
driveway thirty seconds later and rushed inside to shuck off my grimy
briefs and pull on some clean ones and a fresh pair of jeans before I
texted Chris telling him I was ready.  They swung by about a half our later
and we rolled a big blunt and took off towards the mountains that were
littered with crazy switchbacks and hairpin turns and drop offs.  We blazed
and listened to trippy music as I reminisced about my days activities and
thought of the new possibilities that were now just ahead of me.