Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2006 11:08:59 -0400
From: Nick <nicksstorypage@gmail.com>
Subject: Whats The Difference Between Me and You? Chapter nine

"Good night, son," Jim said as he closed the door to Nicks room. Nick layed
alone in his bed and thought about the time he spent alone with
Taylor. When Nick showed Taylor his room, he got to spend about an hour
alone with him. During that time, he was completely wrapped up in looking
into Taylors beautiful brown eyes, and he felt like he could get lost in
them for hours. As he thought about it, a familiar feeling came over
him. It was one he had before, but it had never felt this intense.

Nick pulled the covers off him and spread his legs as wide as he could,
letting the cool air hit his crotch and making the feeling even more
pleasurable. As the memories of Taylor=s face and his cute butt swirled
around in Nicks head, he could feel the pleasure building in him. Slowly,
he pulled his pajamas down, just a little bit, to let the air hit his naked
crotch. Nick let his hand travel down to the exposed area, and he grabbed
himself a few times. Finally, he lifted a leg and let his hand travel a
little further down, so that he was feeling his own butt while he thought
about Taylor. This was something Nick had done before, but this time it was
different. He couldn't get Taylor out of his mind, and just the thought
that tomorrow they would see each other at the bus stop made Nicks mind
race.

"Nick, wake up buddy," he heard his dad say as he opened his eyes to
blinding light. "Are you ok?"

Nicks eyes focused, and he realized that Jim had turned the light on. "Why
are your pants down, Nick?" his father asked. It was then that Nick saw the
cause for his father=s alarm. He fell asleep with his pants down and his
covers back.

"Do you have to go to the bathroom, son?" Jim said as he helped Nick sit
up. He had to think quickly, so he just nodded his head and got up. Jim
followed him to the bathroom, and he stood behind him waiting for something
to happen. Nick knew that nothing was coming, so he just pulled his pajamas
up and tried to leave.

"I thought you had to go," Jim said.

"I did, but I don't have to anymore," Nick said nervously. He knew that Jim
could tell that he was lying about something, and as he started to walk out
the door, Jim said, "Hold on a second, pal. Where do you think you're
going?"

"Back to bed, dad," Nick said. "I=m tired."

"Not until you're done," Jim said. "You don't need to have an accident
tonight."

"Dad," Nick whined in an irritated voice. "I don=t need to go."

"Fine," Jim said as he walked with Nick back into the bedroom. "I don't
know why you told me you had to go when you didn't. Are you sure you aren't
lying to me?"

Nick didn't answer. Instead, he crawled into his bed, pulled the covers up
over his head, and closed his eyes. He felt Jim kiss him on the cheek, and
then he heard him close the door. As he was starting to fall back to sleep,
Nick thought about what a close call he had.


"Can you come over again," Nick asked hopefully as he sat down next to
Taylor on the ride home.

"Sure," Taylor answered, smiling at Nick and making his head spin. "Can we
get on your computer again?"

Nick returned Taylor=s smile and nodded. As they sat close, Nick had a hard
time describing the feeling that he was getting. It felt like he wanted to
give Taylor a hug, but at the same time, it was something more than
that. Something he couldn't have ever put into words if someone had asked
him to. It was as if someone had cast a spell over him, and all he could
see was Taylor=s cuteness.

"I have to go home and check in first, but I can ride my bike to your house
after I do," Taylor said, snapping Nick out of his trance.

"Ok," Nick said. "I'll wait for you."

They got to their stop and Nick walked with Taylor to the edge of the
street, where Taylor would have to cross and to be on the right road to
walk home.

"I'll see you in a little bit," Taylor said, smiling at Nick and making him
blush. Nick walked home and when he got inside, he told his grandparents
that Taylor was coming over. He ran upstairs and put his backpack
away. After he went to the bathroom, he came downstairs and got a
snack. His grandparents always had the kind of cool snacks that his dad
didn't let him have normally. Twinkies, Cupcakes, and Oreo Cookies were
always around. He guzzled a soda, only because Jim was at work and he knew
his grandparents wouldn't stop him, and he grabbed a handfull of licorice
from the package that was sitting on the counter, then he ran upstairs and
looked out his bedroom window, watching for Taylor to ride up on his
bike. Finally, after about 15 long minutes, he saw Taylor ride up. He had
changed his clothes, and was now wearing a plain white tee shirt and
jeans. Nick smiled and ran down the stairs, out the door, and to the lawn.


"You can put your bike in the garage if you want to," Nick offered
politely. Taylor got off his bike and walked it into the garage where he
parked it next to Nick=s bike.

Nick pushed the button on the wall and the garage door closed, then they
walked inside.

Nick had introduced Taylor to his dad and his grandparents the day before,
so today as they came inside, Linda greeted Taylor by name.

"How are you today, Taylor, Ashe asked. Taylor smiled sweetly at her and
said, "Very good, ma'am. How are you?"

"I=m doing good," Linda answered. "Would you like a soda?"

"Yes ma'am," Taylor said, accepting the offer.

Nick opened the refrigerator and grabbed two cokes, giving one to Taylor
and practically pulling him by the arm upstairs. When they got to his room,
Nick closed the door and walked over to his computer desk, where he reached
behind the tower to his computer and turned it on.

While the computer was starting up, Nick reached into his desk drawer and
pulled out a cd-rom, and then he inserted it into the drive. Bass Pro
Angler Edition started to run on the screen. He showed Taylor how to play
the game, then finally he let him play on his own. Taylor seemed truly
amazed by the computer, and Nick wondered why. Even though this was the
first time he actually had a computer in his room, he and his dad actually
had a computer that they never seemed to use. The games he had were now
boring to him, but he was excited that Taylor was so happy playing them, so
he lay back on his bed and watched as Taylor played.

Nick reached under his bed and pulled out his DVD collection, and started
to sort through it. Taylor turned his head to see what Nick was doing, then
he said," Wow, you have DVD=s?"

"Sure I do," Nick said. "Don=t you?"

"We just have tapes," Taylor said. Nick walked over to his closet and
opened it, showing Taylor the vhs tapes he had lining the top shelf.

"Why do you keep all of your tapes in there," Taylor asked.

Nick shrugged and answered, "I guess it's because I never watch them
anymore. My dad gets me DVD=s."


Nick let Taylor pick out a movie, Austin Powers, and they put it in and
watched it. They shared a giant beanbag on the floor in Nick=s room and
drank their sodas as they watched the movie. As it went on, Nick watched
Taylor laugh. He was starting to get that feeling again; the one he had the
night before. He wondered if Taylor ever felt the way he did, but he didn't
dare ask. Watching Taylor enjoy the movie, Nick felt like he needed to do
something. The feeling he had was getting stronger, so he tried to turn his
attention back to the movie and laughed along with Taylor. When the movie
was over, it was almost 6 o'clock, and Taylor knew he had to get
home. Linda invited him to stay for dinner, but he couldn't. Nick walked
him out to the garage so he could get his bike, and he decided to ask if he
wanted to spend the night.

"If my dad says it's ok," Nick asked nervously, "Do you want to stay over
tomorrow night?"

"I'll ask my dad," Taylor said. "If he says it's ok, yes."

Nick blushed and looked at the garage floor, smiling and finally looking
back at Taylor. "I'll ask tonight when he gets home. Are you going to ask
tonight?"

Taylor smiled and nodded, and Nick thought it almost looked like he was
blushing. What happened next was almost out of Nick=s control. As Taylor
put his helmet on and climbed on his bike, Nick leaned forward to kiss him
goodbye, but he caught himself at the last second. Taylor looked at him and
smiled, but it was easy for Nick to see that he was blushing as much as
Nick was.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the bus stop," Taylor said as he rode off.

 Nick went back inside and sat down for dinner. While he ate, he asked his
grandparents if it would be alright for Taylor to spend the night.

"Sure it would, kiddo," Tom said. "We're glad you=re making friends
already."

"I still have to ask dad," Nick said.

"Do you want us to talk to him too?" Linda offered.

"Will you," Nick asked. "I don't know if he'll say yes if he doesn=t think
it's ok."

"We will," Linda said.


They sat at the table and talked for a while as Nick picked at his plate,
then they went into the family room to watch TV and wait for Jim to make it
home. When he finally walked through the door, it was late, and he looked
really tired. Nick wondered if it might be a bad time to ask, but he
decided that he better or it would be too late. When Jim got out of the
shower he sat down at the table to eat, and Nick joined him at the table.

"How was your day, dad?" Nick asked.

"It was long, babe," Jim answered as he dug into his plate. "How was your
day?"

Nick smiled up at his dad and said, "It was good. Taylor came over and we
watched Austin Powers."

"Sounds like you had fun then," Jim said with a full mouth. "What else did
you do?"

"We played Bass Pro on the computer," Nick said.

"You didn't go online did you?" Jim asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No sir," Nick answered shaking his head.

"Ok, buddy," Jim said smiling.

"Dad," Nick started to ask, figuring that a smiling dad would be more
likely to say yes than a frowning dad would, which was what Jim was when he
walked through the door.

"Yes son," Jim said.

"Is it ok for Taylor to spend the night tomorrow," Nick asked. "I promise
we'll be good."

"I don't know son," Jim said, making Nicks heart sink. "Tell you what. I'll
talk to grandma and grandpa, and if they say it's all right, then
yes. Otherwise, you'll have to wait until next weekend."

Nick smiled, knowing that it was already ok with his grandparents. He was
trying to figure out what they would do all night. Nick had already worked
out in his head that they would stay up late and watch DVD=s or play games
or just talk. He couldn=t believe how lucky he felt.

"Why don't you go jump in the shower, son," Jim said as Nick sat and day
dreamed.


"Yes sir," Nick said as he hopped up and ran out of the kitchen to the
family room where he told his grandparents what his dad said. Then he ran
upstairs and jumped in the shower, being sure to wash extra good so that
Jim would notice. When he got out, he went into his room and Jim was
waiting with his pajamas and a brush. When Jim was finished getting Nick
ready for bed, Nick lay down in his bed and Jim pulled the covers up over
him and kissed him.

"I'm glad you had a good day, son," Jim said as he sat on the edge of Nicks
bed. "So you and Taylor are getting along pretty well?"

Nick smiled up at his dad and nodded.

"Did his parents say it was ok," Jim asked.

"He said he would ask tonight," Nick said, thinking about the fact that he
wasn't sure if Taylor=s dad would let him. "He's going to tell me tomorrow
at the bus stop."

"Either way," Jim said. "I want his dad to call, or for one of us to call
him, is that understood?"

"Yes sir," Nick smiled. "I really like him a lot, dad."

"I can tell, buddy," Jim said.

"Well, he's, you know," Nick started to say. "I think he's cute."

Jim smiled down at him and said, "Well, then that's a good reason to like
him, son."

"I love you dad," Nick said.

"I love you too, baby," Jim said. "Go to sleep now, and I'll see you in the
morning."

"Ok, goodnight," Nick said.

"Goodnight, son," Jim said, getting up to leave the room. He shut the light
off and closed the door, and Nick laid awake for a long time, thinking
about Taylor. Eventually, he fell asleep.

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"I have seventy dollars in my top drawer," Nick bragged to Taylor as they
rode on the bus on the way home. "Maybe we can order a pizza tonight."

"You have seventy dollars," Taylor said in amazement.

"Yep," Nick said smiling proudly. "I've been saving my money."


"Cool," Taylor said. "Maybe I can get my dad to give me some money."

"You don't have too," Nick said. "I want to pay for it. You're the guest."

Taylor looked at Nick and smiled, and once again, his smile made Nicks head
spin. Nick smiled back, and Taylor looked down shyly.

Once they were off the bus, Taylor went home to pack his clothes and see if
he could get some money from his dad. Nick watched him cross the street and
then turned and ran home. He was more excited now than he had ever been in
his life. From the moment that Taylor told him that his dad said it was ok
to spend the night, he had been feeling like he was floating on a cloud and
his mind raced with thoughts of what they would do.

When he walked through the door, he pulled a piece of paper out of his
pocket and handed it to Linda.  She unfolded it and found Taylor=s
telephone number written in Nick=s jumbo-sized handwriting. She gave Nick a
look that said she was amused, then she dialed the number and spoke with
Taylor=s stepmom, Cindy. While she was on the phone, Nick was digging
through the refrigerator for something to drink. He searched high and low,
and finally after pondering the selections, he settled on a Capri
sun. After he drank it, he ran upstairs and went to the bathroom, then he
went in his room and waited for Taylor to show up.

As he looked out the window, he thought about the way he felt when he was
around Taylor, and pretty soon, that familiar feeling started to come over
him again. He reached behind him and started to run his hand slowly and
lightly over his bottom, through his jeans. It felt tickly, and as he
continued to do it, his feeling got stronger, so he started to press a
little harder until he was running his hand all over his bottom. He slid
his other hand inside his pants, and slowly he ran his fingers along his
butt crack, stopping at the bottom and working his way back up again. While
he was doing this, he seemed to forget about everything else that was on
his mind, except for Taylor. Just when Nick was feeling like he couldn't
feel any better, he saw Taylor ride his bike up the driveway.

Nick panicked and pulled his hand out of his pants. He decided to try to
get downstairs to greet Taylor, but on his way downstairs, he smelled his
fingers and realized he needed to wash his hands before he did anything
else. By the time he finished washing his hands and went downstairs, Linda
had already let Taylor in.

"There you are," Linda said. "I was just about to call for you."

"Sorry," Nick said shyly, ashamed of what he had been doing. "I was in the
bathroom."


Nick led Taylor up the stairs and to his room, where they put Taylor=s bag
with his change of clothes.

"What do you want to do?" Nick asked as he smiled at Taylor. "We can do
anything you want to do."

Taylor shrugged and looked around. "Do you want to ride bikes?" he asked.

"Sure," Nick said. "Let's go down on the trail again."

"Ok," Taylor said smiling. Nick let him lead the way down the stairs so
that he could get a better look at his butt as he walked. When they got to
the bottom of the stairs, Tom walked in from the family room.

"Hi grandpa," Nick said. "I haven't seen you yet." Nick walked over and
hugged his grandpa, and he looked over at Taylor, who was watching with a
shy smile on his face.

"So what are you guys doing tonight," Tom asked.

"We haven't decided," Nick said. "But I have some money, and I was
wondering if it was ok for me to order a pizza." Nick looked hopefully at
his grandpa, who raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "Oh, yeah? How much do
you have?"

"Seventy dollars," Nick said proudly.

"Well, keep your money," Tom said smiling. "Grandpa's buying pizza
tonight."

"Thanks grandpa," Nick said as he gave his grandpa another hug. "Me and
Taylor are going to ride bikes for a little bit, ok?"

"Ok, but not for too long," Tom said. "It's supposed to rain tonight."

"Yes sir," Nick said as he and Taylor made their way toward the door in the
hallway that led to the garage.

As they rode toward the trail, Nick watched as Taylor stood up and pedaled
his bike, giving him a good view of his butt. A couple of times, Taylor
turned back and grinned at him, and Nick felt like he had to catch his
breath each time. Finally, they reached the trail, and after they rode a
few yards down, Taylor made a quick turn down a smaller path. They ended up
in front of the clubhouse of the golf course that Nick found the first day
he rode his bike alone. Taylor circled the parking lot and Nick followed
him, and finally they stopped near a large black Chevy truck.

"My dad's here," Taylor said. "Let's see if we can find him."

Nick and Taylor laid their bikes down in front of the clubhouse and walked
inside. Once inside, they spotted Taylor=s dad standing at the counter.

"Hey sport," Charles said as he spotted his son.

"Hi daddy," Taylor said sweetly.

"Hi Mr. Charles," Nick said as he watched Taylor give his dad a hug.

"How are you, Nick," he asked.

"I=m good, thank you," Nick said.

"Can I have some money," Taylor asked. "Please?"

Nick blushed while Taylor was asking, because he noticed that Taylor was
making an extra cute face as he looked up at his dad.

"Sure sport," Charles said pulling out his wallet and taking out some
money. He handed it to Taylor, who took the money, counted it, and cut his
eyes at his dad as if to say, 'You've got to be kidding me.' Charles seemed
to take the hint. He reached back into his wallet and pulled out more
money, making Taylor smile. As Nick watched Taylor hug and kiss his dad, he
wondered if Taylor=s smile had the same effect on his dad as it had on him.

They jumped back on their bikes and rode back down the trail toward Nick=s
house. When they got there, they put their bikes back in the garage and
went back inside. When they walked into the family room, Nick noticed his
grandma and grandpa seemed to be talking about something between them, as
if they were discussing an idea. When they saw Nick, Tom spoke up.

"Do you boys want to camp out down here tonight," he asked. "I have a small
tent and if you want I can put it together and you guys can sleep in it."

"Cool," Taylor said. He obviously thought it was a good idea, so Nick
smiled and nodded his head in agreement. Anything Taylor wanted to do was
what he wanted to do.

"You guys need to decide what kind of pizza you want," Linda said. "I=m
going to call and order."

Nick waited for Taylor to speak, but he never did. Finally, he spoke up.

"Any kind Taylor wants is ok," Nick said. "He's the guest."


Nick knew that if they got the kind he liked, Taylor would be
miserable. Nicks favorite pizza was Hawaiian veggie pizza. He didn't care
for meat on his pizza, but he loved the vegetables that came on a pizza,
except for onions.

"Pepperoni's ok," Taylor said shyly.

"Yeah, pepperoni," Nick said. Linda called and ordered the pizza while Nick
and Taylor went upstairs.

Nick turned the light on in his room and led the way. He grabbed the remote
control and turned on the TV, then he handed Taylor the remote. While they
settled down on Nick=s bed to watch TV, they talked about different things.

"Mrs. Fritzens a bitch," Nick said. He knew better than to cuss, but he
felt safe with his door closed, and he wanted to show off in front of
Taylor.

"I think she's a bitch too," Taylor agreed. "I think she has a fat ass."

Nick and Taylor giggled as they continued talking about Mrs. Fritzen, whose
ears must have been burning by this point. As they laughed and traded cuss
words in the room, the doorbell rang and they both jumped up and ran
downstairs. As they expected, it was the pizza. As Tom carried it from the
front door, he bypassed the kitchen and carried to the family room. Nick
noticed that Tom had already pitched the tent, and he smiled at his
grandpa. Linda had paper plates in the family room already, and there was
even an ice chest on the floor full of sodas. Nick felt like he had the
world=s coolest grandparents. They were doing so much to make sure that he
and Taylor had a good sleepover, much more than they had to do. Nick and
Taylor tore into the pizza, and after they ate, Tom and Linda went upstairs

"Let's take some pizza with us in the tent," Nick said.

They piled some pieces on a plate and went inside the tent to lie down and
watch TV. Tom had it set up where the opening was facing the TV so that
they could lay down on their stomachs and watch it from the
tent. Eventually, they couldn't find anything to watch on TV, so they went
upstairs to Nick=s room to find a DVD. After trying to find one movie that
they wanted to watch, they gave up and brought the whole case of DVD=s
downstairs.

They decided to watch Tommy Boy first, and as it was starting, Jim walked
through the front door.

"Wow, guys," he said happily as he came in. "Did grandpa put this together
for you?"

"Yes sir," Nick answered. "There's pizza for you on the coffee table, too."


Jim opened the box and pulled out 2 pieces, eating them both as if they
were one. Then he got down on his knees and looked inside the opening of
the tent.

"Are you two going to sleep in here tonight?" he asked.

Nick and Taylor looked at eachother and shrugged, then back at Jim.

"I don't know, dad," Nick said. "Can we?"

"Why not," Jim said as he got up. "I'm going to go take a shower."

Jim went upstairs and Nick heard the water start. Jim came downstairs
shortly after and asked Nick to come into the kitchen with him. Nick got up
nervously and walked in, and Jim closed the door to the kitchen so that
they had privacy.

"Come here, buddy," Jim said as he sat down at the table.

Nick walked over to the table and stood in front of his dad, who leaned
forward to kiss him on the forehead. "I missed you today," he said.

"I missed you to daddy," Nick said. "Did you have a good day?"

Jim nodded and ran his hand over Nicks face. Finally he lifted him up and
put him in his lap.

"Son, I might go over to Lori's house in a little bit," he said. "Is that
alright with you?"

"Yes sir," Nick said.

"Ok, because if it isn't, you need to let me know," Jim said.

"It is," Nick said.

"Are you sure," Jim asked.

"I'm sure dad," Nick said as he kissed his dad on the cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too babe," Jim said smiling at his son. "Are you having fun?"

Nick smiled and nodded. "We're going to watch movies all night," he
said. "What time will you be home?"

"I'm not sure pal," Jim said.

"Can we go to the movies tomorrow?" Nick asked.

"Ok, we can." Jim answered. "What movie do you want to go see?"

"Can I ask Taylor?" Nick asked hopefully.

"Sure, go ahead." Jim said. "Why don't you two decide tonight and we'll go
see whatever you pick out tomorrow."

Jim scooted Nick off his lap and said, "I guess you aren=t going to shower
tonight."

"Can I do it tomorrow? Nick asked.

"That=s fine son," Jim said. "You need to put your jammies on though"

"Yes sir," Nick said. Jim got up and kissed him one more time before he
opened the door and walked out to the hallway, grabbed his coat, and was
out the door. Nick locked the front door, went back into the family room,
and got back in the tent with Taylor.

"Is everything ok?" Taylor asked.

Nick nodded his head and said, AMy dad wants to take us to the movies
tomorrow if you want to go."

"Sure I do," Taylor said.

"We have to pick a movie we want to go see," Nick said. "We can do it
tomorrow. My dad said I have to put my pajamas on. Do you have any?"

"In my bag," Taylor answered.

They both got up and Nick followed Taylor up the stairs, looking closely at
his cute butt as he took each step. When they got to Nicks room, Nick
closed the door and Taylor grabbed his bag. The first thing Nick did was
strip down to his underwear. He noticed that Taylor was staring at him as
he went to his dresser drawer to look for some pajamas. When he couldn=t
find any, he looked in his laundry basket, where he found four pairs.

"I don't have any clean pajamas," Nick said as he turned away from the
laundry basket and toward Taylor, who was now stripped down to his
underwear and still staring at him. Taylor gave Nick a huge smile, and Nick
couldn't help but smile back. Nick grabbed all four pairs of pajama pants
and walked back to his bed to sit down. As Taylor was bending over to get
inside his bag, Nick caught a glimpse of his butt, covered in nothing but
his white underwear, and his insides jumped. Taylor took his pajamas out of
the bag and walked back over to where Nick was.

"What are you going to do," Taylor asked. "Can't you just wear one of
those?"

"Maybe I can just wear a shirt," Nick said as he held the different pairs
of pajama pants up to his nose and sniffed. "I can't wear these."

Taylor giggled at Nick while he was sniffing his pajamas, and Nick
playfully shoved them in his face, making Taylor laugh harder.

"If you aren't careful, I=m going to make you smell my pants," Taylor said.

Nick grabbed Taylor=s jeans off the bed and playfully held them up, and
smelled the crotch section. Then he shoved them in Taylor=s face, making
Taylor laugh again.

"I'm not scared to smell anything," Nick said, trying to let Taylor know
that there was no way to get revenge.

"Anything?" Taylor said.

"Nope," Nick bragged. "I'll smell anything."

"Even a dogs butt?" Taylor said, making Nick laugh hysterically.

"Yep," Nick said. "Even your butt."  Taylor jumped up off the bed and
playfully hung his butt in Nicks face. Not wanting to look like a wuss,
Nick grabbed hold of Taylor=s underwear band and pulled him closer. He
stuck his nose up as close to Taylor=s bottom as he could and
sniffed. While he was doing that, he had his hands all over Taylor=s
bottom, and he took the opportunity to feel as much of it as he could
through his underwear, including his crack. He ran his hand up and down at
least three times while Taylor looked back and smiled at him, which made
Nick want to do it more, but he stopped.

Taylor sat back down on the bed next to Nick and smiled shyly, then he lay
down on the bed and scooted over so Nick could lie next to him.

"That was funny, Nick," Taylor said as he smiled.

"I told you I wasn't scared," Nick said. "Your butt feels squishy."

Taylor blushed when Nick said that, and Nick had to look away because
Taylor=s smile was getting to him again.

"Do you want to feel mine," Nick said. He didn't really seem to have
control over what he was saying. It was all just coming out of him.


Taylor shrugged. "Ok," he said. Nick rolled over on his side facing the
wall, and Taylor ran his hand over his bottom.

"Do it with both hands," Nick said as he started to enjoy it. Taylor ran
both of his hands over Nicks butt, and Nick looked back at him and smiled,
then he lifted his leg so that Taylor could get his hand in his crack.

As Taylor ran his hands over Nick=s bottom and up and down his crack, Nick
had the urge to take his underwear off, but he never did. He wanted to feel
Taylor=s hand against his skin, but he was too shy to say anything. Taylor
started to push harder against Nick=s bottom and he left one of his hands
in Nicks crack, running it up and down with a lot of force. Finally, he dug
in hard and Nick closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. Finally, Taylor
stopped, and Nick rolled over and smiled at him. "Do you want me to do it
again," he asked. Before answering Nick=s question, Taylor lifted Nick=s
leg and stuck his nose to Nicks butt crack, taking a long sniff.

When he pulled his head up, he smiled and said, "Ok."

Taylor lay on his stomach and Nick went to work with his hands, tickling
Taylor=s bottom and finally squeezing Taylor=s butt cheeks and running his
hand up and down his crack. While he was doing this, he could see the look
on Taylor=s face, which was a pleasurable smile. Taylor looked like Nick
felt, so he figured he must have been enjoying it. Finally, Nick couldn't
wait anymore. He put a hand down Taylor=s underwear and felt Taylor=s
bottom for himself, and he ran his hand up and down Taylor=s crack, making
sure he went for the top of it to the very bottom of it. Taylor lifted his
butt up off the bed, and Nick continued running his hand up and down his
crack. Each time he ran his hand down the bottom, he would run his fingers
along Taylor=s cheeks and out to his legs, and Taylor really seemed to like
this. Finally, Taylor let his bottom drop back to the bed and Nick pulled
his hand out from Taylor=s underwear. He lowered his nose once more to
sniff Taylor=s bottom, then he crawled up next to Taylor, who looked really
cute at the moment. Nick couldn't help himself.

"You're cute," he said as he smiled at Taylor.

"So are you, Nick," Taylor replied, making Nicks heart jump. "That was
fun."

"It was, wasn't it," Nick agreed. "We can do it some more if you want."


Taylor reached his hand back over Nick=s bottom and rubbed it all over. He
sat up, took his second hand, and started doing the same thing, then he
slid his hand down Nick=s underwear, and he went to work on Nick's crack
the same way Nick was doing to him, but Instead of using his whole hand,
Taylor used his fingertips, almost like he was scratching Nicks crack for
him. Nick was enjoying it so much that he just laid there and let Taylor do
it, and finally he raised his bottom up off the bed and opened his legs,
letting Taylor get his fingers in more of his crack. Nick felt like he
couldn't stand anymore, so he let his crotch drop back down to the bed, and
he felt Taylor lay his head down on his bottom for a few seconds, then he
crawled back up to where Nick was laying on the pillow. As they lay next to
each other, Nick smiled and looked at Taylor again. He felt so
lucky. Taylor actually thought that he was cute.

"Did you like that," Taylor asked.

Nick just smiled and nodded, looking deep into Taylor=s eyes as he
did. Finally, Taylor said, "Can I use your bathroom?"

Nick got up and led Taylor to the bathroom, and he went inside and waited
with him until he was done. They washed their hands and went back into
Nick=s room.

"Do you want to sleep in the tent tonight," Nick asked.

"We can," Taylor shrugged.

Nick and Taylor gathered up all of the pillows and blankets they could and
walked downstairs to lay in the tent, where they watched more movies until
they fell asleep.




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