Date: Sat, 07 Oct 2000 22:02:15 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE VAN

               THE VAN

   "HEY! Watch where you're...Oh, Dawson, it's you. Nearly
lost your popcorn there. What a crowd! Took me 15 minutes just
to take a piss. Everybody must be here tonight. I thought
drive-ins were going bust. Everybody must be here to make out--
sure couldn't be the crappy show."
   "Actually, Glenn, it's not so bad. I came here especially
to see it. I missed it the first time around," I explained.
   "Well," he chuckled, "can't say I've been paying much
attention to it...you know what I mean?" he playfully jabbed me
in the ribs. "You here with a date?"
   "Uh, no. I came alone."
   "To a drive-in! Oh, that's right, you actually came to see
the picture. So how's your first week been? Making any friends?
Seeing any chicks?"
   "Not really. I'm still trying to get settled."
   "Hey, why don't you join us? Come meet the guys. We're in
Chuck Carson's van in the back."
   "Maybe some other time," I hedged, "it's a good film."
   "Oh, fuck the film. You can see it some other time." His
voice lowered. "I promise you'll have a good time. We're all
getting blowjobs tonight! Remember the other day when I pointed
out Craig Fletcher to you? The School Queer? One of the guys
ran into him earlier hanging around the men's room, as usual,
and dragged him to the van."
   "Dr...dragged him!" I gulped.
   "Oh, nothing like that. Believe me, he came willingly."
   "Then...you don't beat him up or anything?"
   "Beat him up?" He looked aghast. "Fuck no! Fletcher gives
the best blowjobs in town. You think we wanna ruin a good
thing? Come on, he'll blow you too."
   I remembered seeing Craig Fletcher. A tall guy, over 6' and
skinny with sandy, bleached-streaked hair. I was intrigued.
"Gee, I dunno. How do you know he'd wanna bl...blow me?"
   "You got a dick?"
   "Well, of course."
   "He'll blow ya!" he laughed. "Just kidding. He's not that
bad. You're a good-looking dude, he'll blow ya."
   "Well...if you think it's alright." I surprised myself by
agreeing. But then I hadn't had any sex since leaving Portland.
   "Sure, let's go. But don't give Fletcher any of that
popcorn. He'll have those corn things that stick in your teeth
imbedded in our knobs!"
   Arriving at the rear of the van, Glenn knocked twice, then
twice again. The light went off inside and someone peeked out
the curtain. The door opened, and Glenn and I entered the
darkness. The light from the movie screen suddenly shown on
four naked guys sprawled on big pillows. Three of them, Glenn's
buddies, sat--backs against the van wall. The fourth, Craig
Fletcher, knelt in the center. He didn't even look up from the
lap he had his face buried in. His long legs pushed his pale,
skinny ass high in the air while his head was near the floor,
bobbing up and down on a stiff dick! Glenn slapped his ass.
   "Move it, Sweetie, we gotta get in." Fletcher flexed
forward, allowing Glenn to pass by. I sat next to Glenn in the
only place left. Fletcher flexed back into position. The door
was closed and the light turned back on. That's when I realized
that my only available seat left me facing Fletcher's upthrust
buttocks!
   Glenn laughed. "Kinda cramped in here, hunh? Don't sweat
the view." He slapped Fletcher's butt again. "Don't you go
fartin' now, Fletch!" he laughed. "I brought you another dong
for a lickjob! Guys, this is Larry Dawson...the new guy."
   The three guys with roaring hardons either nodded or waved.
Craig Fletcher twisted around and smiled at me, lasciviously!
"Hmmm, get naked!" Glenn was already beginning to strip.
   I must have looked perplexed...and I was...because Glenn
started to explain to me what I was thinking. He never felt the
need to whisper, always saying out loud whatever he wanted to
say. There was no pretense with this group.
   "Why naked, right? Craig's little quirk. Won't blow us
unless we get naked. He's gotta be naked, too. Always got his
skinny rump sticking up hoping somebody'll cornhole him."
   "Y-you mean f-fuck him up the butt?" I stammered, my voice
low.
   "No need to whisper, buddy. Fletch don't mind what we say
as long as it's honest. You're the best cocksucker in town,
aren't you Fletch?"
   "In the state, Pimpledick!" he replied, taking the occasion
to move to the next cock in line. Glenn just laughed at being
insulted.
   Actually, I noticed that he'd been continually alternating
among the three. Only his ass never moved. It remained staring
at me while his mouth moved from boner to boner, licking and
slurping. Glancing at Glenn, now naked, I realized how Fletcher
got the nerve to call him Pimpledick. It was long, fat, and
rising rapidly.
   "Hey, lay off my knockers!" The guy complained when
Fletcher dipped lower and started licking his balls. "Just a
straight suckoff."
   "Freddie, you want it 'straight' go find a chick," Fletch
said sarcastically. " I'll leave off your precious family
jewels...couldn't find 'em anyway!"
   "Freddie's the most uptight," Glenn explained aloud. "We're
all uptight, but he goes a little overboard. Kinda like
gettin' my nuts swabbed, myself. It's just that if we let
Fletcher do whatever he wants, he'd have us upside down and
inside out. So we make him stick to just blowjobs...and ball-
licking if the guy likes it. I guess we're kinda scared of
likin' the queer stuff too much. He's always talking about
getting fucked, licking our assholes and stuff like that.
That's why we ignore his skinny beacon in the sky. Nobody wants
to be the first to stick his dick up a faggot's shithole! Might
be messy, but it's bound to be a lot tighter than a pussy. So
what straight guy wants to take a chance of getting hooked on
porking an incredibly tight, hot hole, even if it means
gettin' shit on his dick. Get the picture? We know faggots do
it all the time to each other--so it must be good--but then
we'd be as queer as Fletch! But laying back and blasting down a
cocksucker's throat--well, that's just normal, see?" He
laughed. "At least that's what Fletch says. He says God made
faggots so straight guys wouldn't have to go without so often.
Used to blow his brother-in-law all the time 'cause his sister
wouldn't put out before the wedding. 'A faggot is a boy's best
friend', he always says. Doncha Fletch?"
   "Shut up, Turner. Don't make him talk...he's...oooh...deep-
throatin' me right now! Mmmm...oooh, yeah, that's it baby. Just
like that!"
   "Now Ronnie tends to go the other way," Glenn continued
rattling on. "He saves up sweat on his balls specially for
Fletch to lick. And he's always calling him 'Baby' when he gets
close to coming!"
   "Stuff it, Glenn," Ronnie called over, "or I'll remind
everyone about the guy...who shall remain nameless but is
sitting here with us...who once gave Fletch a handjob! Ugh...
awww baby that's good!"
   "As you can probably guess, I'm the 'nameless' one!" he
chuckled. "What the hell, wasn't much different than jackin' my
own meat. Fletch gave me a real blast off, so I figured we owed
him one."
   "Yeah, you bastard, but I paid the price!"
   "Ha ha ha. That's right. Chuck had passed out. Fletch got
so excited that I was playing with his meat he shot clear
across the van! Problem was, most of it landed on Chuck's face!
Hahaha! He wakes up licking his lips, wondering what the fuck's
all over his puss!"
   "Best cum you ever tasted, hunh Chuckie!" Fletch quipped.
   "Like pond scum, Faggo," Chuck exaggerated his snarl. "NOW,
DOWN ON IT! SHOW THE NEW BOY HOW MUCH YOU LOVE SUCKIN' UP MY
BALLJUICE!"
   "Chuck digs callin' Fletch names and treatin' him rough
while he gets blown. Calls him his 'blowboy'. But Fletcher
loves it. He wants Chuck's big cock up his bung more than
anyone's. Ronnie thinks Chuck makes Fletch rim his asshole when
they're alone...but if that's so, neither one of them are
talking! I don't think so, because we kinda agreed to be honest
with each other about this. Besides, it'd be silly. I don't
give a fuck if Chuck likes a tonguejob, who wouldn't? As long
as he thinks he can handle it without forgettin' about chicks."
   I was sitting there listening to Glenn, hearing the loud
slurping coming from the other side of the van, and forever
staring at that naked bottom, with the low hanging ballsack,
before me. I had my pants down to my knees, but my throbbing
prick was still encased in my jockeys.
   "Hey!" Glenn finally noticed. "What's takin' you so long?
You shy? Sure ain't disinterest, by the size of that rod in
your shorts. Get those clothes off."
   "I...I can't," I tried to explain. "I...uh...can't move
around enough to slip them off cause..." I pointed at Craig
Fletcher's intruding legs and willowy buttocks.
   "Jeez! Is that all? Here, twist sideways and lean on his
ass for leverage. Watch your blood pressure, Fletch, you're
about to get your ass fondled after all!"
   "Ummm," he cooed. "Tell the stud he can do anything he
wants with it. And he can take his time!"
   My turn to laugh. I took his remark as a compliment, and
really relaxed for the first time. Squirming out of my shorts
and pants, I layed my hand on his buttcheeks, hearing Fletch
moan. I was amazed at the softness of the light hair covering
his otherwise smooth bottom. In the position I was in, I was
able to study, unobserved, the darker hairline that ran the
entire valley between his cheeks. From his balls up, and his
tailbone down, the trail of brown hair grew densely, meeting in
the middle, where they both forked to encircle a completely
hairless, bright pink puffy anus. I blushed crimson when,
perhaps sensing my intense gaze, Fletcher lewdly squinched his
anus in and out! I quickly turned away. Seeing my face, Glenn
broke out in hysterics.
   Boner naked, and now wishing I wasn't, I settled back down.
   "Relax, man," he slapped me on the bare shoulder, "he
always does that. Walk behind Fletch on campus when he's
wearin' white pants and no shorts, and I swear, every time a
hot guy walks by you can see his asshole pucker up and wink!
Poor guy really needs a good porkin'."
   "You offering, Glenn?" Fletch teased.
   "Not me, big guy. But maybe our new friend here doesn't
have the same quibbles as we do. Feel like packin' his fudge,
Larry?"
   "I...I..." I was tempted, picturing what it would be like
to stick my dick up his asshole, ignoring the gross comment.
Just then...
   "Oh oh oh oh SLURP IT UP, FLETCH! SHIIIIIT! MILK ME!"
Fletch's head bobbed up and down as Freddie spritzed the inside
of his mouth. "WHEW! Gawd, I wish Donna could suck like that!
Bitch takes a couple swipes around the head and calls it a
blowjob. Then she has the nerve to smash my head...trying to
push it clear up her smelly twat!"
   "Now me, Fletch, now me," Ronnie pulled him over. "I'm
gonna blow! Suck me, Baby, suck me good!"
   Being down at my end of the van, I could clearly see
Ronnie, his eyes closed and head tilted up and back against the
wall as he stroked Craig Fletcher's hair. "Baaaaby," he purred,
quietly pumping massive doses of hot sperm into the cock-
sucker's gulping mouth. I could tell it was an enormous
explosion by the movement of Fletch's swallowing muscles as he
deep-throated the boy.
   I was unashamedly stroking my cock. It was up big and hard,
and I was getting more turned on by the sights and sounds of
their couplings. I'd finally gotten my legs stretched out. I
also got my first glimpse of Craig Fletcher's prick from this
angle.
   "Caught ya lookin'!" Glenn teased, as I tilted my head to
get a better look. "Fits him perfectly, don't it? Long 'n lanky
with lotsa hair around it. Ten, eleven inches I'd say. Don't
mind admittin' that's why I jacked him off. Just hadda see what
stroking a long cock like that felt like. I got 8 inches and
it's FAT, and I been strokin' it since I was 12. I gotta tell
ya...jerkin' Fletch was worth it...really felt strange handling
something that long and skinny. I told these dumbos they oughta
try it once, but they're too chicken-shit. Go ahead, man," he
cajoled me, "reach under and grab it. See what it feels like.
Just make sure he don't come or we might not get ours. Go
ahead!"
   Fletch, of course, heard all of this as he prepared himself
for Chuck's hard-driving mouth-fucking. He pushed his cock back
between his thighs at me and squeezed his legs tightly
together. He didn't say a word, perhaps wary that any sarcastic
remark might put me off. With Glenn's pushing, and the visual
closeness of the massive piece of meat being offered, nothing
he might have said would have stopped me from reaching out to
touch the boy's steely cock. Besides, I had a hardon! A stiff
boner always makes me think with less inhibitions.
   "Ain't that somethin'!" Glenn gushed, almost reverently, as
I held the massive dork gingerly in my palm. I let my thumb rub
along the thick vein, which because of the position, was on
top.
   "Kinda neat," I agreed, reaching my other hand forward.
Slowly, I freely began to 'play' with The School Queer's
oversized dick!
   "Work those faggy cocksuckin' lips!" Chuck ordered. "That's
a straw straight to my balls you're suckin' on. Slurp on that
knob! Ummm. Now lather my shaft...up and down...tease the cream
loose. Oooh...You're good tonight! Gonna hafta find another
faggot to play with your dick while you blow me from now on.
Unless Larry back there wants the job!"
   I knew a challenge when I heard one. I wasn't about to
allow Chuck to include me in his little insult game...no matter
they were in jest.
   "Too bad you're such a 'chickenshit' like Glenn says,
Chuck," I countered. "But maybe you're right. Feeling a beauty
like this, and knowing it's hanging on a cock-suckin' queer, is
enough to give any guy an inferiority complex!"
   Fletch giggled around the cock stuffed in his mouth,
enjoying the exchange. But Chuck wasn't easily intimidated.
That was his racket.
   "Only if he judges his studness by the size of his prick!"
Chuck blurted. "Let's look the situation over. I'm the guy
ready to blast the faggot's tonsils. You're the guy back there
playing with his dick! You gonna suck on it next, new buddy? Or
did you sneak one already? Ronnie? Fred? Can you guys make out
what those two cocksuckers are doing back there...playing with
a queer's dick that's probably still got leftover shit on it
from the last pansy he cornholed! SUCK, ROVER!"
   I though Chuck was going a little overboard until I
realized that Fletch was still giggling at us. I decided to
press forward.
   "Not my style, Chuck. I don't sneak. If I was gonna lick a
guy's dick I'd hafta have a good reason for it. And if I had a
good reason, I'd do it out in the open like a man!" Fletch
nearly choked at that. So did Glenn. He hadn't said a word
since the exchange started. He seemed surprised at my sudden
extrovertedness. A boner, remember?
   "And you know what, Chuck? I got a reason. I'm gonna suck
on the faggot's big dick 'cause it'll piss you off and because
you don't have the nerve to do it yourself! You're not man
enough. Open your legs, Fletch," I smacked his ass, "I'm coming
under. I don't want Chuck to miss a lick!"
   "Hey, buddy," Glenn grabbed my arm, "you know what you're
doing?"
   "Sure, I'm gonna have me some fun! I once had the same
fears you guys have. I'm gonna show you pussies that it's okay
to mess around with another guy without worrying about being
queer. It's better than sitting against a wall like a dummy
getting a selfish blowjob. Simple give and take. Fletch's gonna
give me his cock and I'm gonna take it. Then I'm gonna shove my
prick up his asshole and he's gonna take it. You guys can sit
around and play with yourselves!"
   I quickly maneuvered myself under Fletch. He helped...
swinging me around until he was spread above me. Humming
gleefully, he grabbed for my hard prick.
   "HEY! What about me?" Chuck cried.
   "Don't get your panties in an uproar, De Sade," Fletch told
him. "I want you horny for this show. I'll blow ya later if you
don't pop off in your hand!"
   The three teenage 'studs' looked at each other in
amazement. Glenn did the same, but with a more amused smirk on
his face.
   "You got the longest dick, Fletch," I reconsidered. "You
get on the bottom. That poker of yours is liable to nail me to
the floorboard. I'm not Linda Lovelace!"
   "Who?" Freddie asked.
   "Deep Throat, dummy!" Chuck explained.
   We switched around. Fletch lost no time in pulling my
dangling pecker to his mouth and working it stiff again. I
knelt over him, holding his monster, wondering what in the hell
my big mouth had gotten me into. The heat from his organ--the
soft, satiny rigidness of his leaking prick, and the sensations
his mouth was performing on me--was enough to remove any
hesitation in tackling the problem. I lowered my head and
quickly stuffed the problem in my mouth! I couldn't even take
half of it...but the part I was able to manage got a good
working over. The rest I soothed with hot tongue action.
Knowing four sets of eyes were fixed on me, I enjoyed giving
the impression that Fletch's dick was the most delicious thing
I'd ever had in my mouth. Then I gave an even better show when
I realized that it WAS!
   We cocksucked for a long time, until his talented mouth
started to get to me. "Hold off, Fletch!" I warned. "I'm
getting too close!"
   He pulled off, letting my dick flop around on its own.
Caressing my ass, I soon felt hot breath behind my balls.
Guessing what he wanted, I beat him to the punch. "Permission
granted. DO IT! EAT ME OUT!"
   I heard several gasps, mine included, when he pulled my ass
down onto his face!
   "GAWD!" cried Ronnie. "HE'S EATING HIS HOLE!!"
   Now that attention was drawn elsewheres, I contented myself
with sucking delightedly on his luscious cock knob. OH! THE
THINGS THAT GUY WAS DOING TO MY ASSHOLE! I smiled inside as I
heard the telltale squishy sounds of cocks being jacked off as
they watched Fletch hungrily suck at my asshole. I don't think
they'd ever seen it before, and the sight was probably making
their own tight-ass little anuses twitch. I didn't blame them.
It was marvelous!
   "Fletch's gonna do that to ME from now on!" Freddie
announced.
   "Me, too!" Ron agreed. "You can tongue my butt inside out,
Fletch, any time you want!"
   "Then that must look as exciting as it feels, hunh guys?" I
asked. Four immediate YEAH!s were heard.
   "How does that feel, Larry?" Glenn asked.
   "You wouldn't belieeeeve!" I said breathlessly. "That long
tongue of his snaking up my ass is the most fantastic sensation
I've ever felt!"
   "You...you mean he's got his tongue INSIDE?" Freddie hadn't
realized the extent of Fletch's probings.
   "Are you kidding? I Think he's tickling my liver!" I
exaggerated. "OOOH, SUCK MY ASSHOLE, FLETCH! Fellas, I'm goin'
for broke," I cried. "Anything that feels that good must be fun
to do, too!" I put my hands between his legs and grabbed his
skinny ass, remembering that rosy anus I'd stared at for so
long. "Ronnie! Glenn! Pull these stilts back and hold 'em
there!" Obediently, they each grabbed an ankle and pulled
Fletch's legs back around me. They also shifted position so
they could now watch ME! Craig flinched, groaning up my tunnel.
   As his ass rose higher, I surveyed it all. I fingered the
soft hair in the valley, slowly spreading it apart to fully
expose the obscenely pink wrinkled anus. Could I do it? With
all those guys watching me? Then the bastard did it again. He
made it wink at me! A sudden rush of lust shot through my body.
I quickly ducked my head and planted a big wet smooch right on
his asshole! His body quivered...or was it mine?
   "Golly! How's it smell, Larry!" Ronnie inquired, alarmed.
   "Run your finger over your hole, Ronnie, then smell it
yourself! Smells like an ASSHOLE...HOT & SPICY!! Right now it
doesn't much matter, cause I'm soon gonna have it sparkling
clean!" I went down on it, tongue-out. This time I smelled
deeply. The first time I hadn't even thought about it. But I
was right! It really was HOT & SPICY! I nestled right in there
and licked everything. I lapped the crack, wetting his pubic
hair, drawing out the sweat I'd earlier seen glistening there.
I ringed his asshole, fluttering my tongue into the wrinkled
crevices, loving the feel of the funny flesh on my tongue.
   I looked around. "I'm licking a guy's asshole, fellas. You
know what? IT'S FUCKING GREAT!" Then I tried digging my tongue
through the folds...up into his secret place...until I had a
couple of inches of tongue probing his rectum.
   Fletch...Craig Fletcher...The School Queer...who had from
the very beginning maintained a cool, slightly distainful,
attitude--happy to get what he could from these beautiful,
selfish boys--finally lost it. He lost it when I clamped my
lips over his puffy anus and began to suck on it!
   "Oh, you hot-tongued mutherfucker! What a fuckin' stud!
Ahhhh! Eat my boypussy, man. Loosen it up. PULL THAT FUCKING
HOLE OPEN A LICK IT...get it ready for your big stud cock,
baby. I want you to fuck the everlovin' shit outta me! Ride me
like a pony! I want you to ram your prick into me so hard I can
taste it! Blast your sweet cream right through my guts til it
splatters my tongue! Let's do it now. Right after I get another
taste of your sweet butthole."
   He drove his stiff tongue up my ass so far I jerked
straight up! Reluctantly, I lifted off. "Turn over," I said
pantingly. "I wanna see you in the same position I first saw
you. Bet you knew if you kept that hot ass on display long
enough, some schmuck like me would come along and find it
irresistible, hunh?"
   "I...I always hoped. I never dreamed I'd be this lucky,
though." Craig looked up at me with lust-filled eyes. "Let's do
it this way, OK? My legs...they're too long," he chuckled.
"You'd have to stand up and stick your head through the roof!
Besides, I'd like to see your face while you fuck me. Come on,
slide right back down here and plug me. Throw me a hot fuck,
Larry. I'll be anything you want me to be. You can pretend I'm
a chick...or your own personal slutboy to suck and fuck when
you want...anything, man!"
   I was in position and smiled down at his blathering. "How
'bout just a fuck-buddy?" I suggested.
   "Hey! That's the best," he grinned.
   "Besides," I teased, "if I kept you to myself these guys'
peckers would wither up and fall off. Except for Glenn, they're
so uptight they wouldn't even give a buddy an occasional
handjob."
   "Guess again, Buttbreath!" Chuck piped up. He and Ronnie
were snuggled tight against the pillows together, watching us,
languidly stroking each other's drooling peckers. We all burst
out laughing.
   "Now climb in the saddle, willya?" Chuck urged, "before I
get up and take your place!"
   Craig Fletcher...The School Queer...pulled his knees back
to his chest, offering his well-lubed--and probably well-used--
fluttering pink asshole for a thorough drubbing. Larry Dawson
...The New Kid...stroked his cock knob up and down the fleece-
lined valley...fully intent on delivering said drubbing.
   All agreed it was a glorious fuck. Queer...but glorious!
For 10 minutes we writhed together in unison--Craig incoher-
ently most of the time...declaring it the best fuck of his
life! I knew he was enjoying himself, but suspected some
dramatics for the other guys' benefit. When I exploded up his
ass, he pulled my face down and kissed me! In the throes of a
violent orgasm, I was so unprepared I didn't resist.
   I stayed hard long enough to keep plowing his ass while
Glenn silently offered his services again. He expertly gave the
long pole the works while I pounded against Craig's prostate.
He even stole a quick lick on the bloated knob, not caring that
it didn't go unnoticed. He finished up by laying his head on
Craig's belly, letting The School Queer's copious spurtings
splash all over his face! He quickly sat up and pumped jizz all
over us while he moaned and licked his lips.
   Exhausted, I slowly retracted my happy, giggling prick from
the hot recesses of Craig's slick bung. He dropped his legs and
sprung up into a sitting position. One hand around my ass, he
grabbed my cum-coated prick and went down on it! Saying thank
you for a great fuck, he licked me clean. Even though I'd
retrieved it 'clean' from his ass--except for the cum--I sensed
that it wouldn't have mattered what condition it was in. That
realization, and the extra thrusts I'd given his nubbin,
rekindled a sudden burst of lust.
   "AWWW, SHIT! I'M COMING AGAIN, MAN. DRINK ME!" His eyes
sparkled up at me while he gulped down several mouthfuls. Not
only was I amazed at having a second orgasm so soon, when he
first took my slimy prick in his mouth, Chuck and Ron were so
aghast they spritzed all over each other--still 'beating off a
buddy'!
   "Got ya a little excited there, hunh fellas?" I teased
them. "I didn't have the heart to tell ya that except for cum
and a little assjuice my cock came out clean. I hope that
doesn't fuck up any jack-off fantasies you're planning for
later. If it does...well, I could be lying!"
   That left Freddie quietly sitting in the corner in a daze
slowly stroking his cock in a manner that showed he didn't want
to come. He just wanted to play with himself, reviewing all
he'd seen over and over again. He was hardly aware we were
watching.
   "Freddie?" Craig inquired quietly, not wanting to 'crash'
his reveries. "Fred? Show's over, man...both of 'em. We gotta
get out of here."
   "Hunh?" he asked, confused.
   Craig scooted over to him on his belly. "I said lift your
legs, Baby. Your fuck buddy Fletch is gonna lick your asshole
while you shoot all over yourself!"
   "I...I..." he slowly grasped Craig's words. "Ohhh, wow!" he
slowly whispered, then eagerly slithered to his back and lifted
his legs. Freddie--the uptight guy who wouldn't even let
Fletcher lick his balls--was exposing his ass eagerly. Craig
pulled the butt to his face and exaggeratedly licked up and
down the lightly-haired ass valley, making loudly obscene
slurping noises. He grabbed Freddy's dick and pumped it
himself, then concentrated on his anus, alternating sucking it
into his mouth and thrusting his tongue up the writhing kid's
pungent virginity!
   "Awwww...FLETCH!" he said in a long, slow drawl, all breath
leaving his body. He grabbed his dick back and began really
pounding it, shooting all over himself in probably the most
intense orgasm he'd ever experienced!
   We dressed quickly to haul ass out of there. I said I'd
drop Craig off at his car.
   "Man, I'm sure happy Glenn stumbled onto you tonight!" He
gushed.
   "Yeah, I'm glad you were there, too," I smiled.
   "So...was it rough in Portland?" he asked.
   "Hunh? Uh, what do you mean?"
   "You know...being The School Queer?"
   "H-h-how did you know?" I stammered.
   "The tongue, baby, the tongue! Only a dedicated rimmer has
the ability to shoot sparks with his tongue!" We laughed.


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