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The Van
Roderick Shafton (bawdypen@hotmail.com)
"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, yeah!"
"He'll blow you!" 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 the carpeted floor. 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 the 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, Pincil dick!" 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 Pincildick. 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 you like 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 I guess. So what straight guy wants to take a
chance of getting hooked on porking an incredibly
tight, ass hole. He laughed. "Fletch says, 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 honey. 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 off. And he's always
calling him 'Honey' 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 honey 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 I 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
giggled.
"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 admitting it! I
don't think they are, because we kinda agreed to be
honest with each other about this."
I was sitting there listening to Glenn, hearing the
loud slurping sounds coming from the other side of the
van, and forever staring at that naked bottom, with the
low hanging nuts, 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 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 fine 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
feel like to stick my dick up his asshole, ignoring the
gross comment. Just then...
"Oh oh oh oh SUCK 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 when it's her turn...trying
to push it clear up her twat!"
"Now me, Fletch, now me," Ronnie pulled him over.
"I'm gonna blow! Suck me, Honey, suck me good!"
Being down at my end of the van, I could clearly see
Ronnie, his eyes closed and head tilted back against
the wall as he stroked Craig Fletcher's hair. "Ahhhh,"
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 throat 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 had never seen
anything like this before and it was turning my teenage
hormones on like a gushing waterfall. I'd finally
gotten my legs stretched out. I had 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 his long 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
grip. I let my thumb rub along the thick vein, which
because of the position, was on top.
"Yeah," 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.
Suck on that knob queer! Ummm. Now lather my shaft...up
and down...tease my cream out. 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. "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
butt-fucked! SUCK, ROVER!"
I thought 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 elsewhere, 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 incoherently 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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