Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2013 17:23:57 -0700
From: no name <amidoingitwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Three Simple Words 3

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Where we left off...

	"Can you also be my big brother?" he blushes after saying it. I
couldn't help myself. I lift his chin up and lock our lips together
again. It felt like that I died and entered heaven again.

	I part my lips from his and we both smile. "Weellll..." I toy with
him, "I've always wanted a little brother...Sure, I'll be your big
brother."

	"Yay! I feel like I'm on top of the world!" he gleefully pipes out
with a ginormous smile on his face.

	"I know Chris, I know." I reply smiling as I pull his body into me
and touch his lips with mine once more.
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Three Simple Words Chapter 3 "Time to Teach"

	Man was that last kiss amazing! Let's just say my soldier stood at
attention for Colonel Chris. I guess I can't blame it since my hands were
squeezing and groping Chris's bubble butt the entire time. Ok don't be
grossed out, but Chris's butt is amazing! It's so round! And squeezable!
Not mushy soft, but just the right amount of firmness. Like a stress ball,
but sexier and bigger.

	Anyways, here we are, making out like crazy. I'm below Chris and my
hands are invading his entire back half: his hair, neck, shoulders, back,
butt, anything my hands can reach. But Chris just hugs me awkwardly. He
seems tense and nervous. I part from his mouth and look into his eyes.

	"You seem nervous Chris."

	"Oh..." He shies away from my gaze.

	"Oh come on Chris. If you want me to be your big brother, you have
to tell me what's wrong so that I can fix it." I put on my puppy eyes.

	Chris looks at me and snickers.

	"Oh, so you think I'm funny huh?" I turn him 180 degrees so that
he's sitting on my lap and poke his ribs. He starts giggling and tries to
push my hands away.

	"Stop it Dylan."

	I start tickling him furiously and relentlessly. Let's just say
that he won't be feeling his sides for the next few days.Chris gives in and
laughs uncontrollably. "DYLAN!! STOP, PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU" Chris
screams in between laughs. He's squirming around trying to get away from my
hands. Needless to say, my little soldier couldn't stand the constant
rubbing of Chris's butt.

	"Sure, I'll stop...after you tell me why," I say to him while
squeezing at his sides. Being horny again, I look down at his crotch
area. Sure enough, I see a decent-looking bulge under there. Maybe that's
why he was so nervous.

	I come back to the real world and hear Chris begging out, "DYLAN!
PLEASE! I'LL TALK IF YOU STOP!!  I'M GOING TO PEE!" He goes back to
laughing.

	I break from my trance and realize that I'm still jabbing his
sides. I immediately stop by pulling my hands away. Chris takes a few deep
breathes and rubs his sides with his hands.

	"Alright Chris, start talking," I say as I wrap my hands around his
body, just for threatening insurance. Chris droops his head down slightly
and blushes.

	"If you're not going to talk, my hands might just slip and
start...again..." I taunt Chris by wiggling my fingers on his sides. Chris
tenses up, but still remains silent. I sigh. If he's not going to say
anything, then I might as well start questioning, but I'm pretty sure why
he's asking so tense.

	"Fine Chris. I guess we'll have to play the guessing game. Question
one. Does it have something to do with his?" I plunge my right hand down to
his bulge and give it a couple of squeezes. Sure enough, it was as hard as
a rock. Chris jumps a little and quips a high squeak out. He then blushes
profoundly into a tomato.

	"Well, is it Chris?" I start massaging his balls. He tilts his head
back and lets out a soft moan. I stop fondling his crotch area. Can't let
his have all the fun just yet.

	Chris realizes that my hands left his special spot and shoots his
eyes wide open. He sits up (still on my lap) and blushes again. Slowly, he
nods his head.

	I scruff his hair. "Hey, it's ok Chris. Boners will always
happen. I mean come on, even I have one right now." Chris looks up at me,
and I flash him a smile. "Well, I don't know about you, but I think I need
to let one go. And considering your growing problem down there, I think you
should too." Chris looks down at his crotch and blushes.

	"So, do you want to do it together, or do you want some privacy? I
don't wanna force you into anything your not comfortable with." I tell
him. Chris looks at his bulge, then looks up at me, confused. I see his
eyes puffing up.

	"Oh my god! Your parents never gave you the talk , did they Chris?"
Tears start stream down his eyes. He shakes his head no again.

	With water flowing out of his eyes like a broken faucet, Chris
starts bawling like a baby. "I'M SORRY DYLAN! YOU MUST THINK THAT I'M A
FREAK."

	I rock both our bodies back and forth. "Shhh...Why would I think
that Chris?"

	"IT'S JUST THAT...I DON'T DESERVE YOU!" he continues crying.

	"Of course you deserve me. Don't forget, I love you. No matter
what, I'll always be there for you," I whisper into his ear.

	Chris calms down a little, "(sniffle) Do you mean that? (hiccup)"

	I plant one on his cheek, tasting the salty tears. "Of course I
mean that, I'm your big brother now, aren't I?" Chris turns before I can
react to it and gives me a massage bear hug. I inhale sharply due to the
unexpected embrace. After a split second, I exhale and return the embrace
while reclining into the sofa. Chris's bawling settled down into whimpers
and sniffling again.

	"Thanks Dylan...for everything." he whispers out, but then he
totally ruins the moment by hiccupping right after. I stare at him, and we
both start giggling.

	"Anything for my baby brother," I said as I stroke his hair lazily.

	Five minutes pass before I sit up. "So Chris, your parents never
gave you the talk huh?"

	Chris separates from my chest and sits up, still facing
me. "Um...What's the talk?" he asks.

	"Wow Chris!... You don't even though what the talk is and you still
cried?"

	"Sorry Dylan...I just cry a lot..."

	I sigh, "It's ok Chris, but promise me this. If you ever have
anything questions. Anything at all, no matter how embarrassing, just ask
me ok?" I say stressing the anything part.

	"Ok...So what's the talk Dylan?"

	"Oh...you know...the talk about...down there." I point down at our
area.

	"Huh?" Chris tilts his head to the side, "I don't get it..."

	"You just want me to be blunt don't you" I reply in a grumpy way as
I poke his sides again.

	"Hey!" Chris squirms away from my hands, "Stop it!"

	I stop and sigh. "Ok Chris, don't blame me if you blush...Have your
parents given you the talk about sex yet?"

	Chris shrinks away and blushes again. I laugh at his reaction. "So,
have they?"

	"No..."

	"Well this is awkward...I know what we're doing over the weekend
Chris."

	"And what's that?"

	"I'm giving you the sex talk 101."

	Chris's face turns into a strawberry. "Yeah you're right, this is
awkward..."

	"Anyways, we have three years worth of material to catch up on for
you. Do you want to learn it here, or do you prefer your room."

	"Um...What do you prefer Dylan?" he asks with his beautiful blue
eyes sparkling at me.

	"I'd say to go to your room. More private and plus, you have a bed
there."

	"Ok, lets go up to my room then. Um...follow me."

	"I have a better idea." I sweep him up and carry him towards the
stairs.

	"Hey!" Chris exclaims out.

	"Don't hey me. Just enjoy me spoiling you," I nag at him, "Now,
which way is it to your room?"

	"Fine!" Chris jokingly moans out. "It's up the stairs and the
second door on the right."

	I follow his directions and enter his room. Once we get there, I
throw him onto his bed and I plop my body on top of his.

	"Ok Chris, the sex talk." I begin, "I'm going to give you a special
lesson because you're a very special boy." I say in a baby voice.

	Chris giggles at my acting. "So what's the special lesson?"

	"Oh you'll love the special perks I added. Instead of just telling
you what to do, I'm going to show you."

	"Ok...How are you going to do that?" Chris asks innocently.

	I smile wickedly at him, "Weelll...you'll have to promise me that
you'll do whatever I say, and that whatever I tell you, you have to keep
quiet. At least until you feel comfortable telling others about it.  Ok?"

	"Um...ok, sure. I guess." I show him my pinky. Chris smiles and
interlocks his pinky with mine.

	"Ok Chris. This is going to be extremely awkward for the both of
us, but um...can I take off your clothes?" Now it's my turn to blush.

	"Oh! Um...why?" Chris, too, is blushing.

	"Because...in order to show you how to do certain things, you have
to be naked. Plus," I pause and whisper into his ear, "I was always curious
what sexy body lies underneath those clothes."

	Chris blushes even redder. "Ok...but you have to get naked with me
then."

	"Ok, I'll get naked with you, but after I teach you ok?"

	"Ok...But I'm doing this because I trust you," Chris adds.

	I slowly move my hands to his collar and start stripping him. I
gently tug the collar of his shirt and sweater over his head and remove the
pieces of clothing. I give him a smile as his head reemerges.  He smiles
back at me. I throw the articles of clothing somewhere and I roam both my
palms down his chest. His skin's a bit pale, but it's so smooth and firm. I
stop briefly at his quarter-sized nipples and give them a gentle
squeeze. Chris moans slightly and I see his bulge re-growing. I slide down
his delicate sides and towards the zipper of his jeans. Slowly, I unbutton
the button and unzip his fly. I push the flaps aside and notice his blue
boxer briefs.

	"Lift your butt," I whisper in his ear. He lifts them up slightly
and I quickly pull his jeans down.  Once those were out of the way, I lift
his left leg and pull off his ankle socks. I repeat the process with his
right foot.

	I look at him, with nothing on except a pair of boxers. I take a
good look at him. So damn sexy.  Oh my god, I just wanna eat him up
now. He's so cute, sexy, adorable, and gorgeous!

	I trace my eyes down to his blue boxer briefs; they really suit
him. What make's them even sexier is the stick sticking straight up making
a tent with his boxers. Chris notices me staring and covers his area up by
instinct.

	I smile at him and lean forward to kiss him. I rest my right knee
in between his legs, lean on my right arm, and hold his head with my left
hand as I make out with him. As usual, Chris tenses up at first, but then
goes limp as our tongues slap against each other.

	I part his lips. "Did anyone ever tell you how sexy you are?" I
nuzzle into his neck.

	Chris blushes. "Stop it Dylan, I'm not sexy."

	"Oh yes you are. Not only that, you're also cute, adorable, and
drop dead gorgeous." I counter back at him as my hands tease his
nipples. Chris giggles. God he's cute. I'm using a lot of willpower to stop
my mouth from licking them.

	"Dylan! Stop, that tickles!"

	"Oh, sorry." I reluctantly depart my hands from his ripe, now
hardened, buds. "So Chris, let's see what you've got under these sexy
briefs." I grin at him.

	"But..."

	"No buts, unless it's your butt." In one quick motion, I pull down
his last piece of clothing to reveal my prize. As soon as I see them, my
eyes grow wide.

	"Holy shit Chris! Your dick...it's so...so... so hung!" I'm at a
loss of words. He's only fifteen, and his dick's almost as big as mine! His
cock is uncircumcised with a beautiful mushroom for it's tip. The balls are
smooth and hairless, but he has a small pubic mound of gold at the base. I
continue staring at his magnificent manhood with an open mouth.

	I look up at Chris. "Wow...just...wow..."

	"Dylan?" Chris nudges me. "What's wrong?" I snap out of my trance
and look at Chris, still with my jaws dropped. "I'm a freak aren't I
Dylan..."

	"What? No Chris! What makes you say that?"

	Chris look down and sniffling again. I lift his chin to meet his
eyes. "Chris, listen to me. You are anything but a freak ok? I was just
surprised at your size down there. I mean come on! It's freaking huge!"

	Chris rubs his eyes with his arm. "But that's bad...isn't it?"

	I stare at him; then I start laughing. Chris gives me a confused
look.

	"I'm sorry Chris! But you're just too much! Woo..." I settle down
and gain control of my breathing. "Chris, your size is anything but
bad. Most guys would kill for a size as huge as yours!"

	"Really?"

	"Trust me. You have nothing to worry about down there. You're only
fifteen too; it'll probably keep growing."

	"Ok...if you say so." Chris still looked unsure.

	"Jeeze Chris. Sporting a nice package down there and you still
can't seem to have confidence.  You have nothing to worry about k?" Chris
nods his head. "Good, now to actually teaching to you the basics." I give
him some space and we both sit cross-legged.

	"Ok. Being at the tender age of fifteen, you should've noticed some
changes in your body. Like hair growing near your penis and armpits, your
dick getting bigger, and sudden growth spurts out of nowhere. Everything
your body is doing right now has a reason behind it. There's a lot to
cover, so do you have any general questions before I start explaining in
detail?"

	"Um...Oh! Why do we grow hair down here?" Chris asks while stroking
his pubic mound.

	"The hairs, or pubes as most people call it, are there to protect
your groin area from rubbing too much when you walk. It's also there to
keep your precious cargo warm incase it gets exposed to something cold." I
squeeze his balls gently and Chris yelps in surprise. "Anything else Chris?
Come on, don't be shy."

	Chris does a thinking pose for a while. "Um..." he starts, "there
is this one thing...It's only happened twice, but it's strange and hard to
say what it is."

	"Can you describe it Chris?"

	"Um...this past year, I wet my bed twice. But both times, it wasn't
pee. The... stuff was white and sticky. Plus, before the white stuff comes
out, I have these weird dreams and I catch myself grinding on my bed."

	"Aw, my little brother already had his first dreams," I tease
out. "What you had is called a wet dream. Long story short for now, your
balls produce this stuff called sperm. This stuff is used to make
babies. However, you're balls will constantly create them and they have to
let some of it out to make room for new ones. That's why you wetted your
bed per say. Don't worry Chris, it shouldn't happen again after what I
teach you. Anything else?"

	Chris shakes his head. "Ok Chris, then let's start with baby
making. Because you're going to be my boyfriend for life, I'm not gonna
worry too much about a girl's body. Just know that they have bigger breasts
and instead of something dangling out in the groin area, they have a hole
called a vagina, pussy, cunt, and numerous other names. Now, to create a
baby, a guy basically sticks his boner-a hardened penis-into the vagina and
shoots the sperm into her. This is called sexual intercourse, or sex for
short.  These millions of tiny tadpoles will then go insides her, but only
one will fertilize an egg inside the girl.  After that, a complicated
process ensues and in about six months later, a baby comes out. Simple so
far, right?"

	"Wait. So how does the sperm come out? Are you suppose to pee in
the vagina or something?"  Chris asks.

	"No Chris," I giggle at his question, "but I'm glad you
asked. Cause that leads me to the next part, how to make sperm come
out. Ok, turn around and sit against me." After some moving around, Chris
crawls up to me and nests himself between my legs.

	"Now Chris. As a boy, you have four main parts that can make your
penis grow hard when you stimulate them: your lips, nipples, butt, and of
course, the dick itself. You've already experienced how kissing can turn
you on. Now lemme show you what happens when I do this to your nipples."

	I immediately plunge my hands onto his nipples. I start massaging
his cute, brown, and hairless rosebuds. Chris seems to be enjoying it since
he leaned further back into me with his eyes closed. He moans softly and
lets out a whimper.

	I then adjust my hands to cup his lower rib cages and tenderly
stroke in circular motions with my thumbs on his bare nubs. I rotate four
times going inwards, then reverse my thumbs' directions (think of two gears
mashed together). With each passing stroke, I can feel Chris's velvet peaks
getting harder and swollen. His moans are getting louder and longer in
duration too.

	After another cycle of stroking, I decided to switch positions
again. I remove my hands from his rib cage and start rubbing the tips with
my index and thumb. This caused Chris to inhale sharply and let out a loud,
sexy groan.

	"Oh...Dylan...more..." he said softly.

	"Shh..." I mumble into his ear. "Just relax and enjoy it," I finish
my sentence and nibble on his right earlobe. I'm rewarded with another moan
from Chris. By now, my cock's throbbing and longing for some relief, but I
refused to give it any attention. I want Chris to enjoy this special moment
since it's his first time and all.

	After about two minutes of pinching his now stiff crests, I shift
my hands again to tease them and whisper into Chris's ear, "How's it feel?
Good?" I get a light moan for a response. "Ok, now I'm going to stop and
teach you how to please that pulsing cock of yours ok?"

	I reluctantly stop my hands from his chest. Chris lets out a
whimper. He looks up to me, wanting more attention on his sensitive area.

	I flash a grin at him and scruff his hair. "Ok, now to teach you
something even better." I reach for his right wrist and guide his hands on
his now throbbing shaft. I tell him, "Wrap your fingers around the shaft
and make a loose fist... Good, now start sliding your hand up and
down... Yeah you're doing great, now keep going that, and whatever you do,
don't stop stroking if you feel an itch. Just stroke faster and try to
resist that itch for as long as possible k?"

	Chris nods and continues stroking. I go back to giving his aching
peaks, giving it more attention.  As I'm playing with his chest, I murmur
into his ear, "Did anyone ever tell you sexy you are?"

	"Hmm..." Chris jerks his body upward.

	"Well...you're very sexy. Grab your cock harder now, and stroke
faster. I want to see you cum Chris. That'd be so hot." I speak into his
ear seductively.

	"Ah...ah...uh..."

	"Come on Chris, cum for me. I wanna see you spray your cum all
over."

	"Uh...uh...argh.hmm...ohh..." Chris moans out with his body humping
his hand like crazy. I start pinching and twisting his nipples to bring his
sexual height to its climax.

	"Come on Chris. You're almost there..." I nibble his ear again.

	"Uh...ah, ah, hmm! Oh! Dylan!!" With one final jerk, Chris's entire
body spasms about six times and his shaft shoots out five heavy loads of
white cream. The first shot lands right in between my hands and on his
chest. The second and third right below his sternum, and the last two on
his stomach.

	Chris continues to stoke his cock. His body shudders once more, and
his dick oozes out one more drop of cum. Then, his entire body goes
limp. Chris keeps his eyes closed and breathes deeply and heavily. Even his
body is glistening from all the sweat he produced.

	After few minutes, Chris's breathing becomes more controlled and he
opens his eyes. "Wow...  That was...amazing Dylan!" He tries to sit up.

	"Whoa there little guy." I stop him from sitting up, "You shouldn't
move until you've cleaned up yourself." I point at his mess.

	"Whoa! Did I make this?" I traces his fingers around middle patch
of jizz. He picks up some with his thumb and index finger and sniffs
it. "What is this stuff?"

	I giggle at his actions. "This stuff is the sperm used to make
babies. But no one calls it that. Most people call it cum, jizz, cream, or
anything resembling it."

	"Oh... I wonder..." Chris traces off. He then opens his mouth and
sucks his fingers. He smacks his lips. "It tastes weird."

	"Really? What's it taste like?" I ask.

	"You try it!"

	I wipe off the bit off his tip. He giggles from his now sensitive
boy bits. I bring my index finger to my mouth and lick it up. It did taste
weird. I've never tried my own, so I don't what to expect, but his was
sweet, yet there was a hint of a salty texture to it.

	"Hmm, not bad." I said. I take a second helping.

	"Eww...Dylan, you're gross!"

	"You ate some yourself!" I shot back.

	"Yeah, but you're eating it again," he giggles out.

	"Hey! It tastes fine to me! Plus, it's healthy!"

	"How is it healthy?" he gives those puppy eyes again.

	"Well..." I said, "Not only do I get a healthy dose of Chris now,
his jizz is also high in protein, which is good for your body."

	"Oh...so if I were to eat mine everyday..."

	"No Chris," I cut him, "I don't think it works that way. I mean, it
is your own."

	"Yeah...I guess you're right..."

	I reach to his night table stand and get a couple of tissues to
wipe off the rest. Of course, I pay extra attention to the tip. Chris
giggles again since it's still really sensitive.

	Finishing up, I say, "Ok Chris, what you just did is called
masturbation, but again, barely anyone says that. Instead, we use jacking
off, beating off, stroking, and if you're in Europe, wanking. So now you
know one way to stop having accidents on your bed if you do this everyday."
Chris moves off me and sits cross legged, facing me again.

	"I have to do this everyday?"

	"Well not everyday," I stress," but I'm 99% percent sure that
you'll do it everyday now."

	"And how do you know," he sticks his tongue out at me.

	"Because you are now addicted to playing with your toy down there."

	A few minutes pass, and Chris leans forward and asks me, "You said
one way, are there more ways to play with it?"

	I grin and scruff his hair again. "Another day Chris, another day."

	"Aww! Come on Dylan! Tell me!" Chris whines out, nudging my arms.

	"Oh god! What have I created?" I laugh out. "No Chris. And besides,
your dick needs to rest.  You don't want to make feel sore in the morning
now do you?"

	"Fine...but at least tell me this, does the other ways involve my
butt?"

	"Huh? What do you mean?" I question him.

	"You mentioned before that there are four main parts of my body. My
mouth, lips, umm... down here, and my butt." He says as he point down at
his area. He's still shy about stuff like this... And I just witnessed his
first jack off session. Poor, poor Chris.

	"Hmm...so you were paying attention. You just might succeed in
learning my gift." I point out.

	"Stop trying to change the subject Dylan. Just tell me!"

	I couldn't help but laugh at his sudden increase in
confidence. Just one jacking off session and he's already asking for
more. "Ok Chris, my answer is a definite maybe." I roll backwards and laugh
like crazy.

	Chris gives me a pouting look, "Fine, don't tell me you big
meaning." He folds his hands.

	I stop laughing and sit up, "Oh come on Chris, I have an entire
weekend teach you."

	He turns 180 degrees around. "Hmmm," he grunts out.

	I move towards him and drape my arms over his shoulders. I whisper
into his ear, "You know...I'm still fully clothed with an aching boner
that's wanting some attention." I kiss his cheek. Chris's face lights up
and he looks over his shoulder. I move back. "Tell you what Chris. I have a
proposition for you if you turn around."

	Without a second thought, Chris turns around. "What kind of
proposition?" he asks, trying not to sound too excited.

	I snicker at his fail attempt to remain cool. "My deal is, if you
can strip me of my cloths, I'll let you play with my dick for as long as
you want to k?"

	"Ok!" he says without a moment to think. He starts closing in on me
with his hands, but I grab them.

	"Wait! There's a twist!" I smile slyly at him, "You can't use your
hands to take off my cloths."

	"Then what am I suppose to use?" Chris asks. I let go of his hands
and giggle at my dirty mind.  Chris looks annoyed and confused. I just open
my mouth, stick my tongue out, and rapidly flick it up and down. "Oh! You
want me to use my mouth!"

	"Bingo Chris! Good luck!" I smile goofily at him, "Just be careful
at certain places, and start with the shirt."

	I raise my arms up, and Chris stands on all fours and leans towards
me. He bites the collar of my shirt, and lifts it up. Without him noticing,
I help him along the way by putting my arms into my sleeves and raise up
the shirt. I set my arms down and Chris tugs my shirt off my arms.

	He then crawls towards my jeans and tugs on the buttons. I lean
back and rest on my upper body on my locked arms. After numerous attempts,
Chris finally manages to pull the button free. He moves his head and bites
the zipper. Ever so slowly, he unzips my jeans. As Chris moves down my zip-
line, I feel every molecule of his hot breath blowing through my boxers. It
was simply erotic.. I lift my butt slightly so that Chris can pull the
jeans from under my ass. He forcefully drags my jeans down to my knees. He
then lowers his head to bite the leggings above my right (his left)
ankle. He tugs the opening through my feet and repeats the process on the
other side.

	After my pants were removed, I sit up. Chris gives me a questioning
look and I just smile at him.  "Since you've been doing such a great job,
I've decided to give you a freebie." I take off both my socks.  No way I'm
letting his precious lips touch something so disgusting. I lie back against
the wall.

	"Oh yeah Chris, be careful with my boxers...teeth hurts, if you
know what I mean," I bring up.

	"Hmm," Chris gives me the thumbs up sigh. Being ever so gentle,
Chris grabs the band of my boxers with his teeth. He tugs down and down my
dick goes with the boxers. With a final tug, my dick frees itself and slaps
back against my stomach, and Chris quickly removes my boxers. There I am
now, with an erected piece of iron, completely naked next to my boyfriend.

	I look at Chris, and there he is, smiling like an idiot. "I guess I
win huh?"

	"You should do Chris...you should do. But first, come closer." He
does, and I grab him in for a kiss. I let my hands explore his body again,
but particularly his manhood. It is the first time I've seen them, let
alone grope them. Chris moans through our kiss and melts into goo again. I
part his trembling and wet lips. Chris gives off his cute whimper again,
but nonetheless, sits up and looks at me.

	"It's all yours Chris, just be gentle." I smile at him.

	Chris just nods and eagerly grabs hold of my seven inch manhood. He
then starts touching it and feeling the texture of it. As for me, I'm in
complete ecstasy. Cloud nine, here I come.

	"Hey Dylan. Why is there slimy clear stuff coming out? Am I hurting
you."

	I hear him asking and struggle to leave my cloud nine. I manage to
come back to the real world.  "No, you're doing nothing wrong, that's just
precum. It's basically a natural substance that makes the penis
slippery. That way, it won't hurt as much when entering a vagina."

	"Oh, I thought I was doing something wrong."

	"No, I'll tell you if it hurts."

	"Ok. What's it taste like?" Again with the taste. I guess it's a
good thing, right?

	"I don't know, why don't you try it?" I said jokingly.

	Chris takes it the wrong way and literally licks the tip of my
cock. A chill runs down my spine and a load moan escapes from my mouth.

	"Oh god Chris! Please don't do anything too hasty yet!" I struggle
out while squirming.

	"Huh? What do you mean?"

	I wince due to the unfamiliar touch my dick just
received. "Just...use your hands ok? I don't want you to do anything you
might regret later."

	Chris gives me a devilish smile, "Oh ok...so you mean that I
shouldn't do this?" He plunges down and licks my shaft. Oh my god did it
feel amazing, but part of me keeps telling me to push Chris away and stop.

	"Uh...Chris..." I manage to say out, "Please...stop..." I squirm
and lithe around like a snake on sand. Chris ignores me and continues
licking up and down. After a few more licks, Chris swirls his tongue around
the slit and jacks me off furiously. By then, my body's given in and
responding to Chris's touch only.

	"Hmm! Umph! Oh! Uh!! Chris... I'm...I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum!" I
spew my load onto Chris's unexpected tongue. Chris moves away, but the
second and third rope shoots out and hits him right on the face. The last
few strings dribble out and rest on my stomach next to my pubes.

	"Eww, Dylan! Your sperm hit my face!"

	I breathe heavily and open my eyes. What an amazing sight to
see. Chris, receiving a facial from me. The two ropes of cum just so happen
to land on his forehead and nose. It's even starting to drip down his face.

	"It's...what...you get..." I speak out in between breathes.

	"What for?" he pouts out.

	"For...not listening to me..." I say after calming down, "Now come
over here so I can clean you up."

	He leans forward towards me and I lick my cum off his face. I then
kiss him and feed him some of my cum. Chris just melts again. I part from
him and grab some tissues to wipe off my cum. But Chris had other plans.

	"Wait Dylan." He goes back down and mops up the white goo with his
tongue. "Hmm...I like yours better. It takes...sweeter," he announces after
smacking his lips. He then comes up to me kisses me, mimicking what I just
did to him. He removes his lips and rests his face on my chest.

	"Chris," I say while rubbing his hair, "are you sure you've never
done this sort of stuff before?"

	"Nu-uh...You're the only person who's ever been my friend, let
alone being my knight in shining armor..." he said sadly.

	I give his body a squeeze. "Well then, it's their loss for missing
out on being with such a wonderful sexy boy. But seriously, what made you
have the impulse to lick my dick? Shouldn't it gross you out?"

	"Well it did at first, but then I was curious what it tastes
like. It didn't taste bad to be honest; I kinda liked the taste of
um...it..."

	"Oh come on Chris. You need to be comfortable saying these
words. Don't worry, no one's to judge. And if they do, tell them to back
off."

	"Ok fine," Chris groans out, "I like the taste of your
um...dick..." He blushes after saying the word.

	"Oo, you said a bwad word Chwis. I'm twelling on wu." I baby talk
and point at him.

	"Shut up." Chris gives me a shove. We both end up laughing.

	"Now was that so hard to say?"

	"No...it feels weird though..."

	"Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough. Now then, you said
you like the taste of it?"

	"Oh yeah. I did. I thought of your cock," Chris giggles at the
word, "as a lollipop, so I kept licking it. Are you mad at me?" He gives me
his puppy eyes.

	"I'm not mad...just surprised Chris. I mean, I was suppose to teach
you this some other time.  Who knew you had it in you?"

	"So using your mouth is part of sex too?"

	"Kinda. It's called oral sex, but when giving it to guys, it's
called a blowjob. What you were doing isn't it, but it still felt good
regardless."

	"So what's the correct way to do it?"

	"There's a time and place for everything. Don't worry, I'll tell
you soon enough."

	"But Dylan! How soon is soon?!" Chris protested like a five year
old.

	"Tomorrow if you stop putting that cute pouting face every time you
get mad," I laugh at him.

	"Deal!" he grins out.

	"Ok, now I think we both need a shower. We both were sweating from
out sexual encounter."

	We both hop off the bed and Chris leads the way to the
bathroom. The bathroom is consists of two sinks with a big mirror in
front. There then is another door that leads to the toilet and a bathtub
with shower curtains.

	"Wow Chris...how rich are your parents again?"

	"Pretty wealthy..." Chris looks down.

	"But they never have time for you right?" I finish for him. He
nods. I walk up to him and give him a massive bear hug. "Well, they don't
know what they're missing."

	Chris sniffles and returns the embrace. "Thanks Dylan. You know
what, let's go use my parents' restroom. They have a small hot tub." Chris
lets go and runs out the bathroom and down the hall. I shake my head and
follow suit. A hot tub...really? I'd kill for a hot tub. I reach the much
larger bathroom with the tub being filled half way with hot water.

	"Come on Dylan!" Chris says as he tugs on my arm acting just like a
little kid with a new toy. As the tub's getting filled up, Chris goes to
one of the drawers and pulls out two bottles.

	"Which flavor do you like more? Bubble gum or strawberry?" Chris
puts the two bottles in front of my face with a cheerful smile.

	I grab the bubble gum flavor bottle and pop open the cap. I give it
a whiff and then repeat the process with the other bottle. "Definitely
strawberry."

	He smiles again and puts the bubble gum flavor back into the
drawer. He then pours the strawberry scented content into the now filled up
tub. I step into the tub and sit where a jet was. Chris puts the bottle
away and joins me. After getting used to the temperature, we both sigh
deeply.

	"Chris," I look over to him, "what did you pour in here?"

	"Oh, it's a type of bath oil. It's suppose to be good for your
skin, but I use it for the smell." Sure enough, the entire place soon
smelled of strawberries.

	"Well then, I guess I'll relax then and enjoy the water." I sink my
head lower into the tub and enjoy the jets massaging my pain away and
loosening my body.

	 Not maybe a minute passes and I feel a body sit on top of me. My
instincts take over and immediately hug the small figure.

	"Dylan?"

	"Yes my cute sexy beast?"

	He snuggles deeper into me. "Today's been the best day of my
life. Thanks." he sighs out and joins with me in relaxing.

	"No problem, it's what are big brothers for."




	We stayed in the hot tub in the same position for quite some
time. Maybe about twenty minutes, I decided to get up and start preparing
dinner for my special boy. I get up, but right when I get out the tub, "Oh
shit!"

	"Hmm? What's wrong Dylan?"

	"Well this is embarrassing. I left my duffle bag of cloths in my
car. Huh, that usually doesn't happen."

	"I'll go get it for you." Chris offers. "Where did you put it?"

	"It's in the trunk. Let's get you dressed first, then you can go
down and get it ok?"

	"Sure." Chris joins me. I stop the jets and pull the plug to drain
out the water. Meanwhile, Chris walks to the closet and pulls out a
towel. He hands one to me and I wrap it around his head.

	"Hey!" Chris shouts and tries to get away.

	"Oh stop moving and lemme dry your hair. Sheesh." He stops moving
and I rub his hair to get the water out. I then lower the towel around his
neck, showing his face. "Oh there's my beautiful boy." I kiss his on
forehead. Chris giggles in return. I pat dry his body, paying extra
attention to his cheeky butt and groin area. By the time I finished him,
Chris is sporting a semi. I take the same towel and quickly dry myself
off. I see the hamper by the corner and I drop it in there.

	"Ok Chris, to your room."

	"But...wait!" Chris shouts out. "I'm naked," he whispers.

	I turn around. "This is your lesson in confidence," I tell
him. "What better way to boost your confidence than to show off your
proud-looking junk?" Chris blushes and shies away. "Oh come on Chris,
there's no one around, and besides, you can put on clothes once we reach
your room. Now come on, let's go!"

	I leave the restroom and Chris quickly follows behind. We both end
up back in his room.

	"Now was that so hard Chris?"

	"...Not really...it felt exciting and naughty," he blushes again.

	"Oh boy, what have I created?" I joke, "Now, where are your
cloths?"

	He points at his closet and I walk towards it. I open it and start
rummaging through his clothes. I wanted to pick out an outfit that'll bring
out his sexiness. In the end, I settle with a black D.C. shirt with really
dark blue basket ball shorts. As for his undergarments, I picked a sexy
green boxer briefs that'll hug his ass tightly.

	"Here Chris." I throw the clothes to him. He puts them on, and I
whistle. I sure can impress myself in clothes picking. "Wow Chris. As if
you couldn't be any more sexier."

	"Stop it Dylan, you're embarrassing me." he blushes out.

	"Hey, that's also part of my big brother job." I grin at him.

	"Now go help me get my clothes or else no dinner for you!"

	"Ok!" He quickly dashes out of his room and down the stairs. I just
lie down on his bed and let my thoughts go wild for the meantime. More
specifically, how am I going to get his parents to stop working so
much. It's clear that his parents care about Chris, otherwise, they
would've sent him to boarding school or hired a maid to take care of him
and not worry. And bringing in the worrying, his mom made a big deal about
me coming over. I'm pretty sure she's afraid of something happening to
Chris. I let out a big sigh and sit up as I hear the front door
opening. I'll worry about this later.

	A few moments later, Chris comes up with a duffle bag and Jansport
backpack. "Is this the right bag? And I also brought up your backpack."

	I take the bags from him. "Thanks Chris," surprise forehead kiss,
"you're the best!"

	He blushes again. "Sure...no problem." I quickly put on a T-shirt,
boxers, and the other pair of jeans I had on earlier.

	"How does pasta sound for dinner?"

	"Can I help?" Chris cheers excitedly while jumping up and down.

	"Sure, of course you can."

	"Yay!" he pipes out.

	We both walk downstairs into the kitchen. Once there, I go into the
cabinets and fridge looking for the ingredients. Mrs. Tanner did not
disappoint; the place is crammed with stuff. I pull out a pan, a pot, and
all the other stuff I'm going to need. I set the stuff on the countertop
and fill the pot with water.  Once that was filled up, I set it on the
stove and turn the knob for fire.

	Turning around, I ask Chris, "So, have you ever cooked before?"

	"No...my parents never taught me anything, and they don't trust me
with fire. They usually just leave money for me to order pizza or
something." I make a mental note to avoid pizza whenever I'm over here.

	"Ok Chris. Today will also be your first cooking lesson. I'm gonna
teach you how to make pasta with Alfredo sauce."

	"That sounds yummy..."

	"It better be Chris. I'm making it special just for you. Ok, first,
we wait for the water to boil.  When it starts shooting bubbles, set the
noodles in ok?" He responds with a nod and I turn around to get the other
stuff ready.

	I get out the mushrooms and start wiping them one by one. Right
when I finish, Chris yells for me, "Dylan! The bubbles are here!"

	I set down paper towel and walk towards him. "Ok Chris. Grab that
bag of pasta and tear it open." He pulls apart an opening. "Good, now just
dump the noodles in. Now keep an eye on the water. When suds start forming,
call me," I set the lid on and get a cup of water. Sure enough, by the time
I walk back from the sink, Chris calls me saying the suds are forming. I
open the lid and sprinkle the cup of water into the pot.

	"Ok last step, when it forms suds again, open the lid and close the
fire." I tell Chris. I go back to the cabinets and find a drainer. I turn
on the cold running water and set the drainer under it. I turn around and
see Chris turning off the fire. I walk over to him, carry the pot over to
the sink, and dump the contents into the drainer. After a few minutes, I
turn off the water and take out the drainer to set it aside.

	"Ok, the noodles are done. Now to make the sauce. Do you know how
to cut stuff with a knife Chris?" He shakes his head no. "Ok, it's easy." I
pull out a knife and cutting board and walk over to the mushrooms.

	"This is what you do." I sliced a tiny bit of the head, then
flipped it upside down so it doesn't move. I then chopped it into pieces.

	Chris looks at my skills with wonder. "Oh! I wanna try!"

	I hand him the knife, "Just be careful ok? Take it slowly." I watch
him for a few minutes just in case. After he finishes his third mushroom, I
go and get another set of cutting equipment. I grab a bunch of garlic and
start dicing those up. Have more experience, I finish first and put the
tiny pieces of garlic into a little dish. I then put oil into the pan and
turn on the fire for it.

	"Dylan! I'm done!"

	"Ok!, I'm coming." I walk over to him. "Let's see how you did." I
inspect his handiwork. "Hmm, not bad for your first time Chris." He beams
out his pride and gives a goofy smile. I scruff his hair, "Don't get too
cocky."

	I walk back to the pan to see if the oil's heated up. Sure enough,
it is. I quickly sizzle some bacon and put them on a paper towel to remove
the excess oil. I apply more oil into the pan and bring back the best food
in the world and quickly chop them into pieces.

	"Get two bowls Chris." He brings back to bowls. I set the mushroom
and bacon into their respective cups. I walk back to the fire.

	"Chris, hand me the garlic and the mushrooms." He brings both, one
in each hand. "Ok Chris, careful. Garlic likes to pop when set on oil."

	Tzaaa went the garlic as I throw it into the pan. I grab the
spatula and move the garlic around.  After they settle, I throw in the
mushrooms and hand the spatula to Chris.

	"Just keep moving them around." I grab the salt container and throw
some salt in. "Keep tossing them until the water dries up." I go to the
stash of ingredients and grab the heavy whip cream, milk, and a few eggs. I
crack the eggs into a bowl and throw away the yolk. I then pour half a
quart of the cream, and a cup of milk into the bowl. Just as I finish
stirring the mixture, Chris calls me over.

	I bring the mixture, bacon, and pepper over and dump the bacon and
mixture into the pan. I set the fire on medium and sprinkle some black
pepper. A couple of stirs and I put the lid on it.

	I look over to Chris and tell him, "And now we wait for fifteen
minutes. Help me set the table."  Chris runs along and brings the utensils
to the table.

	Before I know it, fifteen minutes have passed and I close the
fire. Chris was smart and put the two bowls and a container on the
countertop. I divide the noodles into two parts and throw them into the
bowls. I then dump half a bowl of the white gooey mess into each bowl and
put the rest into the container.

	Grabbing both bowls, I walk towards the tables. There, I see Chris
sitting there and waiting patiently for the food. I place a bowl in front
of him and I sit next to him.

	Chris takes a bite and his eyes grow big and starts devouring the
bowl. Taking in too much at once, he chokes and tries to swallow. I laugh
at him and pat his back.

	"Slow down Chris! Sheesh, no one's gonna steal from you."

	He manages to suppress noodles. "Sorry, but it's delicious!"

	I chuckle, "Well, I did have a helper today to make it easier. But
thank you."

	I look over at him and he's at it again, taking too much in one
go. I shake my head in disapproval and pat his back again. I proceed to eat
my own, and I have to say, it did taste good.


	We finish the food, and we recline into our chairs. Chris lets out
a burp.

	"Excuse me," he says and blushes.

	I just laugh at him. "Way to kill the moment." I look over at him
and see the white remains of the sauce covering the corners of his lips. I
snicker at him.

	"What wrong Dylan?"

	I stop snickering. "Oh nothing, just your lips remind me of what
you did this afternoon." I crack up.

	"What do you mean?" he looks confused.

	"Wow, you really are innocent aren't you? Ok, next lesson in
growing up, getting innuendos."

	"What are innuendos?"

	"Phrases that have more than one meaning, usually a hidden dirty
meaning. For example, you.  There's white gooey stuff on the your lips."
Chris's face turns red and he quickly wipe the stuff of his mouth.

	I laugh like crazy. "Congratulations on completing the lesson
Chris!"

	"Shut up" he punches me on the arm slightly.

	"Wow Chris...I make you dinner and this the thanks I get?" I pout
out.

	"It's what you get," he grunts out. I giggle at him. He's still at
that twelve year-old stage.

	"Ok Chris. I'm sorry, but bare this in mind, every teenage boy will
think of ways to twist your words like what I just did. It's part of our
nature."

	"Ok...apology accepted. But only cause you've been so nice to me."

	I hug him and kiss him on the forehead. "How about a movie? Do you
have any?"

	"Sure."

	We clean up the table, throw the dishes into the dishwasher, and
talk towards the living room.  Chris goes into the shelf and I follow close
behind.

	"What to see..." I scan the shelf. Most movies seemed boring, so I
let Chris decide. Chris walks up to the shelf, closes his eyes, and pulls
out a random movie, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

	"Is this one ok?" he asks.

	"Sure, I don't see why not."

	I walk to the love seat, and he puts the CD in and presses
play. After doing so, Chris walks over and sits right on my lap. I wrap my
arms around him and take in a deep waft of his hair again. It still smelled
like strawberries from the hot tub.

	"So Chris, when did you get so bold and have the guts to sit on
me?" I said jokingly.

	"Oh...I'll get off if you want me to..." He starts shifting his
weight.

	"What? No!" I quickly recuperate and quickly pull him back in, "I'm
just wondering. Before this day, you've been awfully quiet. But now, you're
acting so bright and bubbly."

	"I don't know...I guess it's because I like you."

	"Well I like you too," I reply.

	Then, silence. Just awkward silence between the two of us. Sure the
movie's going on, but that's not important.

	Finally, Chris breaks the tension, "Dylan..."

	"I know Chris...I know..." I soothe him by rubbing his lean
stomach.

	"Well I still want to say it...I love you," he softly mumbles out.

	Those words strike me and throw me off my seat
(figuratively). Three words that were music to my ears: I love you. I've
only dreamed of Chris saying it to me. Three simple words that I've longed
and ached to hear.  And I've finally discovered them. Those phrase sounded
like bells chiming through my ears and leaving a lasting image in my
mind. I hug Chris tightly as tears of happiness flow down my eye sockets.

	"I love you too Chris...I've always have," I manage to whisper out
softly. I feel like the luckiest man in this universe right now. If I were
to die right now, I'd be satisfied with my life. But then again, heaven
doesn't include Chris, so I'll stick around for a bit longer.

	Chris hands me some tissues and comments, "It feels weird saying it
and hearing you say it..."

	Clearing my nose and cleaning my eyes with the tissues Chris hands
me, I reply, "Well better get used to it, cause I'm gonna keep saying it
until you get sick of those words. Then I'll probably say it another
million times for good measures."

	Chris giggles and we both sit back and enjoy the rest of the movie,
but more of enjoying the other's presence.




	By the time the movie ended, the clock read 11:00. Chris and I both
rub our eyes and get up to stretch. Chris walks over to the screen and
cleans up the area. Right after he puts the case back into the shelf, I
sweep him off the floor.

	"Hey!" he giggles out.

	"Come on you, you need a quick shower, and so do I." I start
walking towards the stairs.

	"Aww, but why? We've already cleaned ourselves today," he protests.

	"Yeah, but you were helping me in the kitchen today. All that grime
and oil are probably stuck in your hair and skin right now."

	I arrive at the bathroom's doorway and let Chris down. "Now make it
fast, I have to shower too."

	Chris goes in and closes the door. A few moments afterwards, I hear
the water running. I turn around to his room and get my stuff ready.

	"I wonder what he wears to bed," I say to myself. "I'll find out
soon enough." I fall onto his bed and stare at the ceiling fan.


	I hear the water turn off and the bathroom door open. After the
stomping sounds Chris's feet make, I see him walk into the room in the
buff. He sees me and instantly covers his boy parts, only after turning
into a radish again. It's nice to see him being more confident.

	I just walk pass him with my towel and scruff his hair without
saying a word. I enter the bathroom, set my stuff on the sink, and turn on
the water. I strip down to nothing and enter the shower to let the hot
water loosen my joints. It's been a long and hard day (pun intended!). I
lather myself up and clean myself in five minutes flat. I turn off the
water and brush my teeth. After that, I quickly use the hairdryer and let
out all the moisture in my hair. I put on a pair of boxers, basketball
shorts, and a plain T-shirt. I enter Chris's room and I see him fully
clothed, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

	"So Chris, where do I sleep?" I ask him.

	"Um...if you don't mind, can you sleep with me?" he asks ever so
softly.

	I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. "Sure I'll sleep with
you, but on two condition."

	"...What are they?"

	"One, you have to ask me in a louder voice. I can barely hear you
half the time. You have nothing to be ashamed of Chris. Just be bold and
ask; I won't judge...most of the time."

	"Ok..." He then struggles out the question again. "Dylan, can you
sleep with me?" he says a bit louder.

	"What was that? I can't hear you," I tease him.

	"Will you sleep with me tonight?!" Chris half shouts out, but then
immediately shrinks in size.

	"Of course I'll sleep with you. Now was that so hard?"

	Chris slowly shakes his head.

	"Jeeze Chris, where did all that confidence in the living room go
to? "

	He just shrugs his shoulders, but gives his breathtaking smile.

	"So what's the second condition?" he asks.

	I give him an impish smile. "We have to sleep naked." Chris's face
turns scarlet red. I snicker at him and move my hands closer to his
pants. Without a second thought, I rip off both his briefs and shorts. He's
sporting a semi, but it's growing harder by the second. I look up to him
and smile.

	"I'll fix that later," I whisper in him ear as I grab off his shirt
and toss all his clothing aside.  I then quickly strip off my clothes.

	"Lay down Chris, I want your sexy body tonight," I seductively
whisper out.

	Chris lies down on his bed. I move his hands above his head and
spread his legs apart to give me full access. I sandwich both my legs on
one of his, making sure my knees are just barely touching his cute ball
sack. I feel the heat from his groin area radiating onto my legs. I grab
hold of both his wrists and I proceed to go down and kiss his sweet lips
furiously and roughly.

	About five minutes of furious tongue work, I leave his mouth. He
lifts his face up, not wanting me to depart, but he's out of reach due to
my hands holding his down. He whimpers, but gasps sharply as I roam my
tongue around his quarter-sized nipples. I start with the right one and
swirl a few, slow circles around it with my tongue. I then drag my tongue
across his chests and onto the left one. I repeat the process, giving his
right (my left) nipple the same amount of attention. Chris moans like never
before and is trying to hump my leg.

	"Don't move your hands Chris," I say in a husky voice. I let go,
and he keeps his hands away from his body. I grasp his dick with my right
hand and start pumping it rapidly. Chris lets out a loud moan and bucks his
hips.

	"Uh...Oh...Umph! Agh! Dylan!...Uh! Huh!
Oh...Dylan...I'm...I'm...I'm cumming!" True to his words, he shoots out
four ropes of steaming-hot cum. The first one lands on his left nipple,
while the rest never make it pass his stomach.

	I give him a few extra strokes, and he spasms one more time and
rewards me one more droplet of white cream. I wipe that bit off with my
finger and put it in my mouth. I then proceed to suck up his seed and clean
him up.

	I finish and kiss him, feeding him some of his cum. Chris rests his
hand on my back and pulls me in deeper. Our bodies are now right next to
each other, with my boner poking his leg.

	I lift myself off him. "Ok, my turn!" I lie down and spread my
legs. Chris quickly gets up and grabs hold of my dick with both his
hands. Using both hands, he strokes my piece of iron with both his hands. I
let loose my mouth and let all the moans and groans escape my mouth.

	"Hmm...Chris...your hands are so hot...stroke faster!" My mind
flashes images of me doing some very naughty stuff with my sexy boy. Then,
the image of me accidentally giving Chris the facial drives me over the
edge.

	"Oh!...Chris...I'm cumming!" I shout out as I buck my hips forward
and loosen my aching balls.  Ten spasms I count, but only five actually had
something come out. Most of the cum on my chest. My breathing becomes
heavy, and I enter cloud nine again. I then feel a soft, wet object touch
my chest. I open my eyes and see Chris mopping up my cum. He finishes and
sets his body on mine. I lower my hands and wrap it around his skinny
frame. We stay like that for a few minutes.

	What seemed like forever passes, and I pat Chris's butt, motioning
him to get off. He rolls over, and I get up to close the lights. After
closing the lights, lie on his bed and pull the covers over up. I face
Chris, and he scoots slightly closer to me, but stops just before he enters
the spooning area. I give him a disapproving sigh. I grab his sides and
pull him into me. He gets scared for a moment, but then relaxes.

	"Remember what I said about confidence Chris?" I whisper in his
ear.

	"Sorry, I'll keep trying. I promise..." he responds. "I love you."

	I lean over and kiss his forehead. "I love you too. Now, let's get
some sleep."

	I hug him tightly, with my right arm over his stomach, and my left
over his chest. It's like I'm protecting him from harm. I smile at the
thought of finally having Chris as my boyfriend, and slowly drift off into
sleep. I couldn't see, but Chris too, is smiling contently as he scoots his
butt closer into me. I squeeze him tighter and we both slowly drift off
into dream world.
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End of chapter 3.

Well, now you kinda know why I chose the title. If you didn't, it means you
didn't read it completely!  Go back and find it! Rawr! (This chapter is
roughly 21 pages, so good luck lol).

For those who did read it, just in case anyone's wondering about the dish,
unfortunately, I don't remember the exact details. If you want to make it,
google/bing/yahoo/facebook search for the recipe.  Or better yet, play with
the recipe. :D

*Note* Apparently, my college is being mean and assigned a research paper.
So that means I'll have to write another 10 pages on some part of history
for the next 10 weeks. While it doesn't seem hard, I have to do a lot of
research and crap. So bare with me if I don't post something once every
week. I will absolutely try to post something every so often, but don't
hold your breath.*

Well that's all for now. Email me to say hi! I've met some great people
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