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Best-Friend Fantasy Comes True
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"Hey sfcfml!"
"Yeah?"
"You have to post a new chapter soon."
"Well, the thing is I--"
"sfcfml?"
"Uh?"
"It's a statement. Not a question."
"Yeah?"
"You have to post a new chapter soon."
"Well, the thing is I--"
"sfcfml?"
"Uh?"
"It's a statement. Not a question."
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"Hey sfcfml!"
"Yeah?"
"You have to post a new chapter soon."
"Well, the thing is I--"
"sfcfml?"
"Uh?"
"It's a statement. Not a question."
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I agree.
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All right, if you all insist.
Part XXIII
The tent in Jay's boxers was beyond noticeable as he scampered to take possession of my short stack of porn.
"Where'd you get this?"
"I have my sources."
"Shit, we don't have any places around here that sell this, do we?"
"Not that I know of."
"Where'd you go?"
"Some place on the border, between Iowa and Illinois."
"Man, this one's HOT!"
Jay was referring to "Handjobs!," a magazine featuring a variety of ladies pleasuring the tubular organs of various younger-looking guys. As the baseball player sat on the edge of my bed to begin his examination, it was pretty apparent that the lump in his shorts would not be going anywhere anytime soon.
As I sat next to the player, I got a whiff of weight-room scent mixed with dried sweat. It had been a hot, stressful day for my poor friend -- first getting caught hiding in the closet while watching Ezekiel jack off, then pumping out his frustrations at the college's athletic center, then enduring a heart-to-heart with me where we bared our souls regarding our same-but-yet-different attractions to men and their plumbing.
I let my knee brush against the shortstop's as he stopped on a page featuring a woman wearing too much makeup who was grinning at the close-up view of the fairly sizable dick she was servicing. Jay kept his bare skin against mine for maybe 30 seconds, until reaching a page that understandably compelled him to draw his knees together.
"Jee-sus!"
"Yeah. Whoa."
"I mean, Stu, this guy's no Ezekiel, but fuck, that boy's BIG!"
Jay folded over the magazine and held it with his left hand as he attended to the lump in his boxers with his right. My chest felt warm as my mind raced with anticipation of what might happen, what I might see, what I -- we -- might do.
"Fuuuuck, Stu!"
The scent of dried sweat seemed to ooze out of the student-athlete as he put the magazine back between his knees and looked long and hard. I let my cheek rest lightly against his left shoulder as I pretended to look at the porn. What I really was looking at, of course, was what was unmistakably developing along the athlete's left thigh.
I thought about Jay in this baseball pants and his jock, after the game. How he had pushed the sweaty garments to his knees so his girlfriend could satisfy her budding curiosity of what an erection and testicles felt like. He must've smelled about like this. He must've been about this turned on.
When Jay turned the page and thrust his torso back in sexual amazement at what he saw, his dick snaked through the slit of his boxers and I saw the head of his erection for just a second until the Freshmen realized his penis had come in contact with dorm-room air.
"Stu, man, this is great. Can I, uh, borrow this?"
"Well, I was planning to, um, look at it myself, you know, maybe tonight."
As Jay propped himself up on his elbow, my chest got even warmer as I confirmed to myself what was happening was indeed happening. I stood to give the stud some room. He placed the magazine on top of the sheets and used his free hand to attend to the tent that he knew I could see but could no longer conceal.
I took a risk. "You're hard, dude."
"Yeah ..."
Jay reclined a bit more and began teasing himself through the thin cotton. I took another risk and stepped out of my cargo shorts, stood over Jay on my bed, and asked if I could join in.
"Join in what?"
I answered with my right hand, on top of my undershorts.
Jay lingered for a moment at the sight of what his Resident Advisor was doing but took it as a sign that he could press his own penis harder. Within seconds, he was milking it gently through the cotton. In response to that, I put my hand under my undies and started massaging my bare dick with hopes that Jay would take notice. Eventually, without a word, he started following his Resident Advisor's lead.
This went on for about two minutes more until I decided that somebody had to do something. So I slid my boxers to my knees. Jay saw it happen and held his lips tight as I could tell he was deciding whether to look at me or look at the porn. He stared at my erection for a good three seconds more before looking back at the photographed handjob and continuing what he was doing under the shorts.
I spoke authoritatively but softly, as if someone could hear. "Jay, sit up, turn sideways, move over. I can't see."
The Freshmen did as he was told and seconds later was reclining with his head against the wall, his bare feet off the side of my twin bed, his left hand holding up the magazine, and his right hand under his shorts. I was horny as hell and didn't care what Jay thought of me at that point, so I kicked off my boxers, slipped off my shirt, and got next to Jay, entirely naked.
It was my room. I could do what I wanted to. Again I spoke softly, with a hint of RA authority. "Lose the shirt, Jay."
I felt my breath shake as Jay put down the magazine and placed his hands on the bottom of the size-too-small t-shirt. As he lifted it from his torso, I got the best scent so far of the stud's stressful day in the closet and then weight room.
I jacked myself slowly as I saw the treasure trail on Jay's belly rise and fall. Slowly I started jacking, slowly and evenly, as I waited for the magazine to reappear. But remarkably, the porn stayed on the floor as Jay jerked himself under his boxers.
My erection, it seemed, was pornography enough.
Somebody had to do something, and this time I made light of the situation and ribbed the shortstop for being too shy to get naked. The athlete stopped jerking, looked in my eyes, and gave me a dimpled smirk that made me about melt right then and there. He hesitated for just a second but then leaned back, lifted his hips, and watched himself peel the waistband of his boxers over his seven inches and push the shorts to his knees. I chuckled at the sight and then pushed my right toe against the top of Jay's boxers to signal that they really should come all the way off.
He got the signal. Off they went.
And then off we went. I leaned back to enjoy the show. The porn was on the floor, and it was just Jay and me, jacking, and watching ourselves and definitely each other. The stinky Freshmen had a slower pace than I did and seemed to focus on his underside -- maybe because he was bigger, but probably because he just liked it that way. It was good news for me because his grip and slower pace let me see lots of the top of his dick, which was red, getting redder, getting moist, but perhaps in need of more moisture. So I reached under my bed.
"Here, want some?"
I handed Jay the bottle of Jergens that lived under there.
"Nah, this is good. Good. Yeah."
The head of the athlete's penis was dark purple as he moved the hardened tube of skin back and forth, up and down, side to side. There was no question that he was watching me, my technique, my moisturized hard dick. The sound of my masturbation was louder, partly because of the lube and partly because of my technique. Jay liked it slower, and dryer, and quieter.
"Jay, you want to try?"
"Try what?"
"Try me?"
He knew what I meant, and he hesitated in a way that I thought he might say yes. My heart sank when he said no, but when I realized I was actually watching Jay jack off as he watched me jack off, any hint of disappointment went the way of my inhibitions.
I could sense I was closer to cumming than was Jay, and I told him so. He appreciated the heads up and I felt my semen build as he turned his complete attention to me. I confirmed he was watching and then closed my eyes, leaned back a bit more, and prepared to give the shortstop the show that he obviously wanted. I switched to my left hand for a while to give my friend a better look at my naked shaft and moaned lightly while moving my hips up and down. I felt the semen really start to build when I looked to my right and saw Jay's naked abdomen rising and falling faster than it had been before. It was then when I decided I had license to press my knee into Jay's naked shortstop thigh. He didn't move his into mine, but he didn't move away either.
"HERE ... I ..." I grunted and opened my eyes hoping to see on Jay exactly what I needed to see on Jay. I was far from disappointed. Seven inches. Hard. Really hard. In the flesh. Hard flesh. Jay was leaning over a little, and the head of his penis seemed to be looking right at me. He put his hand behind his head and I got a whiff of sweaty armpit at precisely the right time.
"... GO!"
Jay smelled terrible, so even the first shot of my semen seemed to come from the depths of my plumbing. It was more watery than first cumshots usually are, and it seemed to start running down my torso almost immediately, like sweat off a baseball player brow.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!"
I was making quite a mess as I struggled to watch both Jay's erection and the way my semen was pooling on my chest. I could tell where Jay's eyes were. On my slimy front. I glanced at his face for just a second and saw that his mouth was open wide, certainly wide enough to have taken all of my 5 and a half inches. There was no question that at that very moment, with me having an orgasm just inches from him, Jay was as gay as they come.
I looked at his reddened erection for the rest of my cumming. When I was done, I leaned to my right and felt my watery semen drip onto my sheets as I soaked in the sight, sound, and yes the grungy smell of Jay nearing the edge. As his pace quickened, I diverted my eyes to the baseball player's upper body and saw that his eyes were closed. His neck veins bulged almost as much as his biceps, and when he put his left hand behind his head I moved my nose perhaps three inches from his pit and took a good whiff.
Jay went faster and faster, harder and harder, as we both watched his right palm pleasure his penis, the one I had seen bulge through the 501s, the one I had watched Dr. Fitzgerald examine, the one Jay's girlfriend had massaged through his baseball pants, the one she finally got to massage there in her parents' car after he had pushed his jock to the floor after he decided it was time for her to experience such a thing on a guy.
Jay was massaging his left pec with his left hand while jerking fast with his right. His hairless chest had reddened and sweat beaded on his brow, as if he was awaiting the game-ending double play. Then Jay started doing something amazing. He put his feet flat on the edge of the bed and spread his knees about as wide as they'd go. And then he caused for one or maybe two fingers, I couldn't be sure, to go where they just had to go.
I handed Jay the Jergens. "Doctor's orders, remember?"
The Freshmen panted like a German shepherd as he complied and then got back to work. I couldn't stand it. I had to stand. I positioned myself between the shortstop's knees and transferred some semen from my tummy to my dick as I confirmed that the Freshmen's balls were a bit bigger than mine and that he, indeed, had not one but two fingers up his anus.
The sensation was utterly bizarre. Here I was, jacking off again watching Jay jack off, just minutes after I had already cum. I felt my watery semen drip past my knees as the moment for Jay arrived, and with explosive force.
"Ohhhhhhhhh my GOOOOOOODDD!"
I was standing right between Jay's knees at the exact moment an almost unimaginably thick rope of semen took shape from the bottom of Jay's chin to the top of his six pack. The white semen made me realize what a nice tan he had gotten over the summer. The cum got heavier in volume but a little lighter in consistency as the 18-year-old Freshmen athlete grunted and ground out the remnants of his juice onto his abs. I couldn't stand it. Actually, I couldn't stand. I about toppled over as I shot another round of cum, two shots of which landed on the student-athlete's torso. Jay was taken aback at first, but when he smiled, I ended up landing two more shots onto him as we both realized there wasn't much else I could do.
Then Jay sighed big, took his fingers out of his butt and put his legs back toward the floor. I turned to get him a box of Kleenex and used my t-shirt to clean myself up a little. When I turned back around, Jay was reclined lengthwise on my bed with his feet flat on my sheet. His balls had completed their task and were relaxing after a job well done. His slimy dick was still pointing toward his belly but was on its way back to its little-under-five-inch flaccid size. The ballplayer's torso was brown, white, watery, and messy. As I stood at the stud's side to offer him Kleenex, I thought to myself that this is basically what Dr. Fitzgerald had seen as she hovered over the naked teen on the exam table during his sports physical. Minus the semen, of course.
"You need a shower."
Jay smelled his pit and ran his left hand through his cum.
"Gawd."
"You're a mess."
"You too."
"Not as bad."
I handed Jay the box of tissues and put on my boxers. I watched him use five Kleenexes in all. He tossed the tissues in my waste can and seemed strangely eager to make his private parts private again.
"Man, Stu, that porn, it was too much!"
"I know. Good stuff."
"Wow, I mean-- It was hot. And that talk about my girlfriend." Jay stressed the word girlfriend. "It just got me all horned up, ya know?"
"I know."
"I mean, that's why."
"Why?"
"The girls in the porn, and the talk about what happened to me after the baseball game. That's why this, ah, happened."
"Absolutely."
"Shit. I should get outta here, go talk to Ezekiel."
"Yeah, probably."
"No, I'm just gonna apologize, say it won't happen again. We'll be cool. I think."
"Yeah."
"Whoa, this shirt stinks, but I better put it back on. Wouldn't want anybody to get the wrong idea."
"No, of course not."
"All right, Stu. Ah, well, this was weird, but, ah -- See ya."
"See ya Jay."
And then, Jay was gone. I plopped down on my bed to soak in what had transpired in the last few weeks. I had lusted after him in his high school graduation picture, fantasized about what he'd be like, been present for his fucking sports physical, seen his "butt experimentation" firsthand, supported him in his rather bizarre crisis, learned a thing or two about myself, and had just completed the most erotic circle jerk imaginable.
Yet, I hadn't touched him. God, I wanted to. I wanted to put my hands to his every last inch. Not just his dick, but from the top of his brown head to the bottom of his calloused bare feet. I'd give him a sports physical he would remember! I didn't want to just see him cum. I wanted to feel him cum. I wanted to --
And then, it dawned on me. The waste can.
My hand shook as I picked up the wad of tissue. Jay had balled it up pretty well, so it was dry on the outside, but I knew what was on the inside. Jay. Well, mostly Jay. A little of me would be mixed in there, but not much, and mine had been a second cum, the very watery kind, so whatever thick goo was in there would be Jay. All Jay.
I pried open the tissues and watched the strands of goo start to separate. I held my breath as I touched it. It felt like jelly. Just minutes earlier it had been inside Jay, inside his male plumbing. I held Jay's cumrag perhaps two inches from my nose and got just a taste of what it smelled like. Then I pressed the wetness right into my nostrils. Nutty. Sweet. Fresh off the baseball player's chin, abs, and crotch. Fresh out of his dick and those droopy balls that looked great in 501s and probably a jock and baseball pants too.
I knew what happened to cum when it sat too long. I knew my time was limited. I put some of Jay's goo on my lips and let it sit for about 10 seconds before transferring the snot-like stuff to my tongue.
My God, it seemed to tingle! It was Jay! His cum! In my mouth!!
I held the 18-year-old shortstop's semen on my tongue for as long as I could and then swallowed it slowly, relishing the way some of it stuck to the back of my throat. Some of Jay, my fantasy, now my friend, was inside of me!
Then I got on my bed, stripped down my boxers, and spread the rest of the tissue over my own erection. I jacked off with his jizz for probably 30 seconds until I realized it was starting to dry on my dick. My God it felt amazing, knowing that the slippery stuff from the baseball player's plumbing was on me, was drying there. By then, my dick was basically dry. There was no more precum inside of me, no more cum left from Jay. I held my breath and fired off one of the most intense orgasms of my life. It was my third in the last fifteen minutes, so there was not much to be seen, but there was much to be heard as my entire body screamed with sexual bliss at the thought of what Jay and I had done, and what he had done to me.
Part XXIII
The tent in Jay's boxers was beyond noticeable as he scampered to take possession of my short stack of porn.
"Where'd you get this?"
"I have my sources."
"Shit, we don't have any places around here that sell this, do we?"
"Not that I know of."
"Where'd you go?"
"Some place on the border, between Iowa and Illinois."
"Man, this one's HOT!"
Jay was referring to "Handjobs!," a magazine featuring a variety of ladies pleasuring the tubular organs of various younger-looking guys. As the baseball player sat on the edge of my bed to begin his examination, it was pretty apparent that the lump in his shorts would not be going anywhere anytime soon.
As I sat next to the player, I got a whiff of weight-room scent mixed with dried sweat. It had been a hot, stressful day for my poor friend -- first getting caught hiding in the closet while watching Ezekiel jack off, then pumping out his frustrations at the college's athletic center, then enduring a heart-to-heart with me where we bared our souls regarding our same-but-yet-different attractions to men and their plumbing.
I let my knee brush against the shortstop's as he stopped on a page featuring a woman wearing too much makeup who was grinning at the close-up view of the fairly sizable dick she was servicing. Jay kept his bare skin against mine for maybe 30 seconds, until reaching a page that understandably compelled him to draw his knees together.
"Jee-sus!"
"Yeah. Whoa."
"I mean, Stu, this guy's no Ezekiel, but fuck, that boy's BIG!"
Jay folded over the magazine and held it with his left hand as he attended to the lump in his boxers with his right. My chest felt warm as my mind raced with anticipation of what might happen, what I might see, what I -- we -- might do.
"Fuuuuck, Stu!"
The scent of dried sweat seemed to ooze out of the student-athlete as he put the magazine back between his knees and looked long and hard. I let my cheek rest lightly against his left shoulder as I pretended to look at the porn. What I really was looking at, of course, was what was unmistakably developing along the athlete's left thigh.
I thought about Jay in this baseball pants and his jock, after the game. How he had pushed the sweaty garments to his knees so his girlfriend could satisfy her budding curiosity of what an erection and testicles felt like. He must've smelled about like this. He must've been about this turned on.
When Jay turned the page and thrust his torso back in sexual amazement at what he saw, his dick snaked through the slit of his boxers and I saw the head of his erection for just a second until the Freshmen realized his penis had come in contact with dorm-room air.
"Stu, man, this is great. Can I, uh, borrow this?"
"Well, I was planning to, um, look at it myself, you know, maybe tonight."
As Jay propped himself up on his elbow, my chest got even warmer as I confirmed to myself what was happening was indeed happening. I stood to give the stud some room. He placed the magazine on top of the sheets and used his free hand to attend to the tent that he knew I could see but could no longer conceal.
I took a risk. "You're hard, dude."
"Yeah ..."
Jay reclined a bit more and began teasing himself through the thin cotton. I took another risk and stepped out of my cargo shorts, stood over Jay on my bed, and asked if I could join in.
"Join in what?"
I answered with my right hand, on top of my undershorts.
Jay lingered for a moment at the sight of what his Resident Advisor was doing but took it as a sign that he could press his own penis harder. Within seconds, he was milking it gently through the cotton. In response to that, I put my hand under my undies and started massaging my bare dick with hopes that Jay would take notice. Eventually, without a word, he started following his Resident Advisor's lead.
This went on for about two minutes more until I decided that somebody had to do something. So I slid my boxers to my knees. Jay saw it happen and held his lips tight as I could tell he was deciding whether to look at me or look at the porn. He stared at my erection for a good three seconds more before looking back at the photographed handjob and continuing what he was doing under the shorts.
I spoke authoritatively but softly, as if someone could hear. "Jay, sit up, turn sideways, move over. I can't see."
The Freshmen did as he was told and seconds later was reclining with his head against the wall, his bare feet off the side of my twin bed, his left hand holding up the magazine, and his right hand under his shorts. I was horny as hell and didn't care what Jay thought of me at that point, so I kicked off my boxers, slipped off my shirt, and got next to Jay, entirely naked.
It was my room. I could do what I wanted to. Again I spoke softly, with a hint of RA authority. "Lose the shirt, Jay."
I felt my breath shake as Jay put down the magazine and placed his hands on the bottom of the size-too-small t-shirt. As he lifted it from his torso, I got the best scent so far of the stud's stressful day in the closet and then weight room.
I jacked myself slowly as I saw the treasure trail on Jay's belly rise and fall. Slowly I started jacking, slowly and evenly, as I waited for the magazine to reappear. But remarkably, the porn stayed on the floor as Jay jerked himself under his boxers.
My erection, it seemed, was pornography enough.
Somebody had to do something, and this time I made light of the situation and ribbed the shortstop for being too shy to get naked. The athlete stopped jerking, looked in my eyes, and gave me a dimpled smirk that made me about melt right then and there. He hesitated for just a second but then leaned back, lifted his hips, and watched himself peel the waistband of his boxers over his seven inches and push the shorts to his knees. I chuckled at the sight and then pushed my right toe against the top of Jay's boxers to signal that they really should come all the way off.
He got the signal. Off they went.
And then off we went. I leaned back to enjoy the show. The porn was on the floor, and it was just Jay and me, jacking, and watching ourselves and definitely each other. The stinky Freshmen had a slower pace than I did and seemed to focus on his underside -- maybe because he was bigger, but probably because he just liked it that way. It was good news for me because his grip and slower pace let me see lots of the top of his dick, which was red, getting redder, getting moist, but perhaps in need of more moisture. So I reached under my bed.
"Here, want some?"
I handed Jay the bottle of Jergens that lived under there.
"Nah, this is good. Good. Yeah."
The head of the athlete's penis was dark purple as he moved the hardened tube of skin back and forth, up and down, side to side. There was no question that he was watching me, my technique, my moisturized hard dick. The sound of my masturbation was louder, partly because of the lube and partly because of my technique. Jay liked it slower, and dryer, and quieter.
"Jay, you want to try?"
"Try what?"
"Try me?"
He knew what I meant, and he hesitated in a way that I thought he might say yes. My heart sank when he said no, but when I realized I was actually watching Jay jack off as he watched me jack off, any hint of disappointment went the way of my inhibitions.
I could sense I was closer to cumming than was Jay, and I told him so. He appreciated the heads up and I felt my semen build as he turned his complete attention to me. I confirmed he was watching and then closed my eyes, leaned back a bit more, and prepared to give the shortstop the show that he obviously wanted. I switched to my left hand for a while to give my friend a better look at my naked shaft and moaned lightly while moving my hips up and down. I felt the semen really start to build when I looked to my right and saw Jay's naked abdomen rising and falling faster than it had been before. It was then when I decided I had license to press my knee into Jay's naked shortstop thigh. He didn't move his into mine, but he didn't move away either.
"HERE ... I ..." I grunted and opened my eyes hoping to see on Jay exactly what I needed to see on Jay. I was far from disappointed. Seven inches. Hard. Really hard. In the flesh. Hard flesh. Jay was leaning over a little, and the head of his penis seemed to be looking right at me. He put his hand behind his head and I got a whiff of sweaty armpit at precisely the right time.
"... GO!"
Jay smelled terrible, so even the first shot of my semen seemed to come from the depths of my plumbing. It was more watery than first cumshots usually are, and it seemed to start running down my torso almost immediately, like sweat off a baseball player brow.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!"
I was making quite a mess as I struggled to watch both Jay's erection and the way my semen was pooling on my chest. I could tell where Jay's eyes were. On my slimy front. I glanced at his face for just a second and saw that his mouth was open wide, certainly wide enough to have taken all of my 5 and a half inches. There was no question that at that very moment, with me having an orgasm just inches from him, Jay was as gay as they come.
I looked at his reddened erection for the rest of my cumming. When I was done, I leaned to my right and felt my watery semen drip onto my sheets as I soaked in the sight, sound, and yes the grungy smell of Jay nearing the edge. As his pace quickened, I diverted my eyes to the baseball player's upper body and saw that his eyes were closed. His neck veins bulged almost as much as his biceps, and when he put his left hand behind his head I moved my nose perhaps three inches from his pit and took a good whiff.
Jay went faster and faster, harder and harder, as we both watched his right palm pleasure his penis, the one I had seen bulge through the 501s, the one I had watched Dr. Fitzgerald examine, the one Jay's girlfriend had massaged through his baseball pants, the one she finally got to massage there in her parents' car after he had pushed his jock to the floor after he decided it was time for her to experience such a thing on a guy.
Jay was massaging his left pec with his left hand while jerking fast with his right. His hairless chest had reddened and sweat beaded on his brow, as if he was awaiting the game-ending double play. Then Jay started doing something amazing. He put his feet flat on the edge of the bed and spread his knees about as wide as they'd go. And then he caused for one or maybe two fingers, I couldn't be sure, to go where they just had to go.
I handed Jay the Jergens. "Doctor's orders, remember?"
The Freshmen panted like a German shepherd as he complied and then got back to work. I couldn't stand it. I had to stand. I positioned myself between the shortstop's knees and transferred some semen from my tummy to my dick as I confirmed that the Freshmen's balls were a bit bigger than mine and that he, indeed, had not one but two fingers up his anus.
The sensation was utterly bizarre. Here I was, jacking off again watching Jay jack off, just minutes after I had already cum. I felt my watery semen drip past my knees as the moment for Jay arrived, and with explosive force.
"Ohhhhhhhhh my GOOOOOOODDD!"
I was standing right between Jay's knees at the exact moment an almost unimaginably thick rope of semen took shape from the bottom of Jay's chin to the top of his six pack. The white semen made me realize what a nice tan he had gotten over the summer. The cum got heavier in volume but a little lighter in consistency as the 18-year-old Freshmen athlete grunted and ground out the remnants of his juice onto his abs. I couldn't stand it. Actually, I couldn't stand. I about toppled over as I shot another round of cum, two shots of which landed on the student-athlete's torso. Jay was taken aback at first, but when he smiled, I ended up landing two more shots onto him as we both realized there wasn't much else I could do.
Then Jay sighed big, took his fingers out of his butt and put his legs back toward the floor. I turned to get him a box of Kleenex and used my t-shirt to clean myself up a little. When I turned back around, Jay was reclined lengthwise on my bed with his feet flat on my sheet. His balls had completed their task and were relaxing after a job well done. His slimy dick was still pointing toward his belly but was on its way back to its little-under-five-inch flaccid size. The ballplayer's torso was brown, white, watery, and messy. As I stood at the stud's side to offer him Kleenex, I thought to myself that this is basically what Dr. Fitzgerald had seen as she hovered over the naked teen on the exam table during his sports physical. Minus the semen, of course.
"You need a shower."
Jay smelled his pit and ran his left hand through his cum.
"Gawd."
"You're a mess."
"You too."
"Not as bad."
I handed Jay the box of tissues and put on my boxers. I watched him use five Kleenexes in all. He tossed the tissues in my waste can and seemed strangely eager to make his private parts private again.
"Man, Stu, that porn, it was too much!"
"I know. Good stuff."
"Wow, I mean-- It was hot. And that talk about my girlfriend." Jay stressed the word girlfriend. "It just got me all horned up, ya know?"
"I know."
"I mean, that's why."
"Why?"
"The girls in the porn, and the talk about what happened to me after the baseball game. That's why this, ah, happened."
"Absolutely."
"Shit. I should get outta here, go talk to Ezekiel."
"Yeah, probably."
"No, I'm just gonna apologize, say it won't happen again. We'll be cool. I think."
"Yeah."
"Whoa, this shirt stinks, but I better put it back on. Wouldn't want anybody to get the wrong idea."
"No, of course not."
"All right, Stu. Ah, well, this was weird, but, ah -- See ya."
"See ya Jay."
And then, Jay was gone. I plopped down on my bed to soak in what had transpired in the last few weeks. I had lusted after him in his high school graduation picture, fantasized about what he'd be like, been present for his fucking sports physical, seen his "butt experimentation" firsthand, supported him in his rather bizarre crisis, learned a thing or two about myself, and had just completed the most erotic circle jerk imaginable.
Yet, I hadn't touched him. God, I wanted to. I wanted to put my hands to his every last inch. Not just his dick, but from the top of his brown head to the bottom of his calloused bare feet. I'd give him a sports physical he would remember! I didn't want to just see him cum. I wanted to feel him cum. I wanted to --
And then, it dawned on me. The waste can.
My hand shook as I picked up the wad of tissue. Jay had balled it up pretty well, so it was dry on the outside, but I knew what was on the inside. Jay. Well, mostly Jay. A little of me would be mixed in there, but not much, and mine had been a second cum, the very watery kind, so whatever thick goo was in there would be Jay. All Jay.
I pried open the tissues and watched the strands of goo start to separate. I held my breath as I touched it. It felt like jelly. Just minutes earlier it had been inside Jay, inside his male plumbing. I held Jay's cumrag perhaps two inches from my nose and got just a taste of what it smelled like. Then I pressed the wetness right into my nostrils. Nutty. Sweet. Fresh off the baseball player's chin, abs, and crotch. Fresh out of his dick and those droopy balls that looked great in 501s and probably a jock and baseball pants too.
I knew what happened to cum when it sat too long. I knew my time was limited. I put some of Jay's goo on my lips and let it sit for about 10 seconds before transferring the snot-like stuff to my tongue.
My God, it seemed to tingle! It was Jay! His cum! In my mouth!!
I held the 18-year-old shortstop's semen on my tongue for as long as I could and then swallowed it slowly, relishing the way some of it stuck to the back of my throat. Some of Jay, my fantasy, now my friend, was inside of me!
Then I got on my bed, stripped down my boxers, and spread the rest of the tissue over my own erection. I jacked off with his jizz for probably 30 seconds until I realized it was starting to dry on my dick. My God it felt amazing, knowing that the slippery stuff from the baseball player's plumbing was on me, was drying there. By then, my dick was basically dry. There was no more precum inside of me, no more cum left from Jay. I held my breath and fired off one of the most intense orgasms of my life. It was my third in the last fifteen minutes, so there was not much to be seen, but there was much to be heard as my entire body screamed with sexual bliss at the thought of what Jay and I had done, and what he had done to me.
Dear SFCFML,
That was GREAT! What an ending to a man-to-man talk between RA/Friend and Resident/Friend.
Jay is having a hard time accepting that he is gay, but he is opening up more and more to the idea of exploring / jerking off with his new best buddy.
Thanks for all of your efforts crafting this tale.
I Oh, so want to be a fly on the wall!
That was GREAT! What an ending to a man-to-man talk between RA/Friend and Resident/Friend.
Jay is having a hard time accepting that he is gay, but he is opening up more and more to the idea of exploring / jerking off with his new best buddy.
Thanks for all of your efforts crafting this tale.
I Oh, so want to be a fly on the wall!
Craiger
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Lordy, the intensity of that last chapter caused me to have palpitations of the..... well, I was going to say heart, but that wouldn't be entirely true. I had a full body palpitation.......lol Strangely enough, similar events like that happened to me as well. How wonderful to re-experience it through your writing. Thanks for the memories, sfcfml.
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Yeah, now you have Stu to satisfy your curiosity, Jay.
I cant wait to read how all this sexual tension between the two bursts out.
pe_gay89
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Wow. Fantastic chapter!!
sfcfml
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OK, guys, no big-time steamy sex here, and remember: Stu is not 100 percent gay. But something tells me you're going to find this intriguing, so be sure to read to the very, very end.
Part XXIV
To say I had slept soundly after my circle jerk with Jay would have been a vast understatement. I snoozed like a baby and woke up the next morning utterly fulfilled. And gay. Really, really gay.
Strangely, and confusingly, that changed in an instant in Human Anatomy class. As it turned out, Dana -- the girl who had caught my eye in Music Appreciation and Intro to Theater -- was in Human Anatomy too, and her human anatomy was, in a word, fine. I just hadn't noticed her on the first day of the class. But on that Thursday, I most certainly did.
Dana's breasts were perfect -- not too big, not too small. She wasn't knock-me-down gorgeous, but her aura gave off a sense of kindness, of caring, of compassion, of consistency. She impressed me as someone I'd like to drive home to mother. And neck with and grope on the way.
As I sat in class and fantasized about how I'd get her out of that blouse and then unsnap her bra and then feast on her tits, it dawned on me why she was there. She wanted to be a doctor. Well, had to be a doctor. She wanted to be a musician, but she had to be a doctor because that's what her father wanted her to be.
After class, I hovered around Dana like a puppy dog. She took notice and the initiative. I don't remember the substance of our conversation. All I remember is that her aura overtook my good senses and for some bizarre reason, I ended up accepting the invitation she extended that day: to go to a church-group meeting, of all things.
* * *
My dad grew up Catholic and my mom Methodist. So as adults that meant they were heathens basically. They got me to Sunday school at the Methodist church, but my dad was among the unshaven dads who would drop off their kids, go get donuts, return to the church parking lot, and eat baked goods while reading the Des Moines Register's sports and business sections.
True, I had sat through church -- Catholic church -- a few times with my best buddy Kirk, and to be honest I sort of liked the mystery of it, the way the incense and chanting enveloped me as it had done the previous weekend when I had driven Freshmen swimmer Terry to Mass downtown. But at age 19, my religious views were almost beyond unsophisticated. I knew the difference between heaven and hell, that the world had been created in six days, that Adam and Eve had walked around naked until she screwed it up by eating an apple, that Noah and the animals had gone two by two, and that I was supposed to honor my father and mother, and that was about it.
But somewhere along the line I swear I learned in church that it was a sin to jack off. I swear the pastor taught us that the reason God gave us sex was to make babies, and nothing more. Use it for anything else and there was a risk of going to hell. Semen was to go inside a girl, like Dana. Not inside a boy, like Jay.
That's what I had grown up learning. Simple as that ...
* * *
The church-group meeting was in the Student Center's Fireside Lounge, which had a fireplace but was not much of a lounge. Dana thanked me for coming by squeezing my forearm and then suggested we sit "over here," away from the window. Her eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness, and they glistened when a familiar face entered the room.
"Hi Terry!"
It was Terry, the perfectly proportioned Freshmen swimmer from my floor whom I had driven to church, who tried to hide his deliciously naked self from me in the shower, and whose mother didn't like black people. As it turned out, Terry and Dana were from the same hometown, and her dad had even been Terry's family physician. As the two sat on my either side and talked through me, I got extremely turned on -- by Dana, by Terry, and the thought of Dana's flesh and blood telling the lanky swimmer to take off "everything but his shorts," probing his naked chest, directing him to "lower his shorts," watching the shy swimmer comply, and then examining the teen's slender penis and sizable balls.
All I recall about what was said at the church meeting was that it began and ended with prayer. What I remember between the prayers were the shoulder rubs. And oh my, did I end up confused. The experience began with me putting my hands on Dana's back. As I kneaded the top of her shoulders, I pressed my nose lightly into her hair and smelled fresh perfumed shampoo. I remember the way she moved her shoulders and sighed lightly at my touch, a reaction that made my crotch tingle. I responded by pressing the front of my jeans very lightly into her waistline. She did not move away, in "church" no less. Rather, she pressed back ever so lightly against my penis, and I pressed against her even harder when ...
Terry entered the picture.
He started with my shoulders but moved quickly to my bare neck. The 6-foot-2 swimmer had me by a good five inches, so he could could press down on me with delicious force. I felt a sexual twinge and responded by pressing my sexual organ into Dana even further.
And then we all took 180-degree turns. Dana's touch was much lighter than mine. She started on my shoulders but then moved down my back, giving me goose numbs as she kneaded her hands against my side as if checking to see whether I had as many ribs as Adam did. As for Terry, well, he was under my control. I started with his bare neck and heard him moan when I did it, and as I moved to his shoulder blades he pushed his back into my hands with muscular force. I could hear the Freshmen breathe through his nose -- rapidly, shallowly, necessarily. By the time the group leader said enough was enough, I had migrated to Terry's lower back and was perhaps six inches from his butt.
I wanted to keep going, and when he turned back around the look in his eyes suggested that he also wanted me to keep going, and the bulge in his shorts confirmed it.
* * *
I left the meeting utterly confused but also on a cloud. The only solution seemed to be a weekend trip to Des Moines -- to get my hands on that book by the Kinsey guy, Sexual Behavior in the Human Male, the book that seemed to say that it was not so unusual for a guy to put semen in a guy. But on that night, my immediate plans were to get back to my room to jack off. As I entered Johnson Hall, I thought about how I'd start my jack-off session by recalling how I had made Terry hard, and how I'd finish up by spitting into my fist and pretending my slimy grip was Dana's snatch.
But in the second-floor hallway, I got extremely distracted.
"Stu, hey!"
It was Jay, the dimpled and brown-eyed baseball player who a day earlier had admitted to being turned on by hard male plumbing in general and mine in particular, a fetish that unmistakably had led to our almost indescribable circle jerk the previous evening. I had shared with him my attractions as well and had sort of let it slip that I had had oral sex with a guy fairly recently. But I hadn't said with whom.
"Got a question for you."
I was about to say yes without finding out what the question was, but instead I displayed an inquisitive facial expression.
"Got weekend plans, Stuie?"
"Sort of."
"What?"
"I was thinking of going to Des Moines."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Not really."
"By yourself?"
"Yeah. Just for the day."
"Well, forget it. I got a better idea."
"OK."
"Chicago."
"Chicago?"
"Wrigley."
"As in, Wrigley Field?"
Jay displayed two dimples as he told me he had an extra ticket. I did my best to show him both my dimples and my excitement.
"Well, we've got five tickets actually. My dad got 'em, from a friend. I mean, the Cubbies are out of it for the season, and it's the last homestand, so it's a meaningless game, but still --"
"And you're asking me?"
"My dad suggested I ask Ezekiel. But I said that, ah, wasn't a good idea. I mean, I didn't say this of course, but we'd be staying in a hotel room, and sharing a bed, and, well, you know, after the closet thing ..."
"Sure."
"And Dad said, who you gonna bring?"
"And you said me?"
"Sure. Why not?"
I was touched. Plus, the words "sharing a bed" resonated between my ears.
"Who's all going?"
"My family, except for my mom."
"So who all's in --"
"Stu, one thing though."
"Sure, what's that?"
"Can you drive?"
"To Chicago? Well, I've never driven in --"
"No, just part of the way. We can meet up with my dad and Jeremy and Justin somewhere along the way, and just leave your car somewhere. My dad's great at driving in Chicago. You should see him!"
"OK. Where do we meet them?"
"I don't know. Got any ideas?"
I smiled an evil grin.
"What's so funny, Stu?"
"Well, you know, my source is on the way ..."
"Your source?"
"For the stuff."
"Stuff?"
"From last night?"
Jay was blushing. He knew what I was talking about. The porn. The porn that he blamed for making him soooo horny that he couldn't help but strip off his shirt and boxers in my dorm room before blowing his seed all over his six pack and leaving a steamy little Kleenex souvenir behind.
"Uh, yeaaah! That place at the state border. What's it called?
"The Palace. Porn Palace. Movies and everything."
"Movies?"
"You watch them there."
"Like, in a theater?"
"No, little private booths. You just plug in quarters."
"Sweet. Wow! I mean, we can't meet 'em there, at the Porn Parade ..."
"Palace. Porn Palace."
"Right. But close by, we can meet them."
"Sure."
"And you wouldn't mind if we stop by the Porn Place, would you?"
"Porn Palace."
"Porn Palace?"
"Of course not. I need to freshen up my supply."
"Cool. Wow, this will be a weekend to remember."
"So Justin, Jeremy, who're they? Your brothers?"
"Yep. Jeremy's a little pipsqueak."
"How old is he?"
"Fourteen and going on four."
"And Justin. You hadn't mentioned him."
"Hadn't I? Well, I don't talk a lot about him. We're sorta different, even though we're not."
"Older or younger?"
"Neither."
I stopped breathing and just blinked my eyes.
"Neither?"
"We're twins."
I felt the blood blast from the top of my head.
"Twins? I didn't know you --"
"Identical twins."
Part XXIV
To say I had slept soundly after my circle jerk with Jay would have been a vast understatement. I snoozed like a baby and woke up the next morning utterly fulfilled. And gay. Really, really gay.
Strangely, and confusingly, that changed in an instant in Human Anatomy class. As it turned out, Dana -- the girl who had caught my eye in Music Appreciation and Intro to Theater -- was in Human Anatomy too, and her human anatomy was, in a word, fine. I just hadn't noticed her on the first day of the class. But on that Thursday, I most certainly did.
Dana's breasts were perfect -- not too big, not too small. She wasn't knock-me-down gorgeous, but her aura gave off a sense of kindness, of caring, of compassion, of consistency. She impressed me as someone I'd like to drive home to mother. And neck with and grope on the way.
As I sat in class and fantasized about how I'd get her out of that blouse and then unsnap her bra and then feast on her tits, it dawned on me why she was there. She wanted to be a doctor. Well, had to be a doctor. She wanted to be a musician, but she had to be a doctor because that's what her father wanted her to be.
After class, I hovered around Dana like a puppy dog. She took notice and the initiative. I don't remember the substance of our conversation. All I remember is that her aura overtook my good senses and for some bizarre reason, I ended up accepting the invitation she extended that day: to go to a church-group meeting, of all things.
* * *
My dad grew up Catholic and my mom Methodist. So as adults that meant they were heathens basically. They got me to Sunday school at the Methodist church, but my dad was among the unshaven dads who would drop off their kids, go get donuts, return to the church parking lot, and eat baked goods while reading the Des Moines Register's sports and business sections.
True, I had sat through church -- Catholic church -- a few times with my best buddy Kirk, and to be honest I sort of liked the mystery of it, the way the incense and chanting enveloped me as it had done the previous weekend when I had driven Freshmen swimmer Terry to Mass downtown. But at age 19, my religious views were almost beyond unsophisticated. I knew the difference between heaven and hell, that the world had been created in six days, that Adam and Eve had walked around naked until she screwed it up by eating an apple, that Noah and the animals had gone two by two, and that I was supposed to honor my father and mother, and that was about it.
But somewhere along the line I swear I learned in church that it was a sin to jack off. I swear the pastor taught us that the reason God gave us sex was to make babies, and nothing more. Use it for anything else and there was a risk of going to hell. Semen was to go inside a girl, like Dana. Not inside a boy, like Jay.
That's what I had grown up learning. Simple as that ...
* * *
The church-group meeting was in the Student Center's Fireside Lounge, which had a fireplace but was not much of a lounge. Dana thanked me for coming by squeezing my forearm and then suggested we sit "over here," away from the window. Her eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness, and they glistened when a familiar face entered the room.
"Hi Terry!"
It was Terry, the perfectly proportioned Freshmen swimmer from my floor whom I had driven to church, who tried to hide his deliciously naked self from me in the shower, and whose mother didn't like black people. As it turned out, Terry and Dana were from the same hometown, and her dad had even been Terry's family physician. As the two sat on my either side and talked through me, I got extremely turned on -- by Dana, by Terry, and the thought of Dana's flesh and blood telling the lanky swimmer to take off "everything but his shorts," probing his naked chest, directing him to "lower his shorts," watching the shy swimmer comply, and then examining the teen's slender penis and sizable balls.
All I recall about what was said at the church meeting was that it began and ended with prayer. What I remember between the prayers were the shoulder rubs. And oh my, did I end up confused. The experience began with me putting my hands on Dana's back. As I kneaded the top of her shoulders, I pressed my nose lightly into her hair and smelled fresh perfumed shampoo. I remember the way she moved her shoulders and sighed lightly at my touch, a reaction that made my crotch tingle. I responded by pressing the front of my jeans very lightly into her waistline. She did not move away, in "church" no less. Rather, she pressed back ever so lightly against my penis, and I pressed against her even harder when ...
Terry entered the picture.
He started with my shoulders but moved quickly to my bare neck. The 6-foot-2 swimmer had me by a good five inches, so he could could press down on me with delicious force. I felt a sexual twinge and responded by pressing my sexual organ into Dana even further.
And then we all took 180-degree turns. Dana's touch was much lighter than mine. She started on my shoulders but then moved down my back, giving me goose numbs as she kneaded her hands against my side as if checking to see whether I had as many ribs as Adam did. As for Terry, well, he was under my control. I started with his bare neck and heard him moan when I did it, and as I moved to his shoulder blades he pushed his back into my hands with muscular force. I could hear the Freshmen breathe through his nose -- rapidly, shallowly, necessarily. By the time the group leader said enough was enough, I had migrated to Terry's lower back and was perhaps six inches from his butt.
I wanted to keep going, and when he turned back around the look in his eyes suggested that he also wanted me to keep going, and the bulge in his shorts confirmed it.
* * *
I left the meeting utterly confused but also on a cloud. The only solution seemed to be a weekend trip to Des Moines -- to get my hands on that book by the Kinsey guy, Sexual Behavior in the Human Male, the book that seemed to say that it was not so unusual for a guy to put semen in a guy. But on that night, my immediate plans were to get back to my room to jack off. As I entered Johnson Hall, I thought about how I'd start my jack-off session by recalling how I had made Terry hard, and how I'd finish up by spitting into my fist and pretending my slimy grip was Dana's snatch.
But in the second-floor hallway, I got extremely distracted.
"Stu, hey!"
It was Jay, the dimpled and brown-eyed baseball player who a day earlier had admitted to being turned on by hard male plumbing in general and mine in particular, a fetish that unmistakably had led to our almost indescribable circle jerk the previous evening. I had shared with him my attractions as well and had sort of let it slip that I had had oral sex with a guy fairly recently. But I hadn't said with whom.
"Got a question for you."
I was about to say yes without finding out what the question was, but instead I displayed an inquisitive facial expression.
"Got weekend plans, Stuie?"
"Sort of."
"What?"
"I was thinking of going to Des Moines."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Not really."
"By yourself?"
"Yeah. Just for the day."
"Well, forget it. I got a better idea."
"OK."
"Chicago."
"Chicago?"
"Wrigley."
"As in, Wrigley Field?"
Jay displayed two dimples as he told me he had an extra ticket. I did my best to show him both my dimples and my excitement.
"Well, we've got five tickets actually. My dad got 'em, from a friend. I mean, the Cubbies are out of it for the season, and it's the last homestand, so it's a meaningless game, but still --"
"And you're asking me?"
"My dad suggested I ask Ezekiel. But I said that, ah, wasn't a good idea. I mean, I didn't say this of course, but we'd be staying in a hotel room, and sharing a bed, and, well, you know, after the closet thing ..."
"Sure."
"And Dad said, who you gonna bring?"
"And you said me?"
"Sure. Why not?"
I was touched. Plus, the words "sharing a bed" resonated between my ears.
"Who's all going?"
"My family, except for my mom."
"So who all's in --"
"Stu, one thing though."
"Sure, what's that?"
"Can you drive?"
"To Chicago? Well, I've never driven in --"
"No, just part of the way. We can meet up with my dad and Jeremy and Justin somewhere along the way, and just leave your car somewhere. My dad's great at driving in Chicago. You should see him!"
"OK. Where do we meet them?"
"I don't know. Got any ideas?"
I smiled an evil grin.
"What's so funny, Stu?"
"Well, you know, my source is on the way ..."
"Your source?"
"For the stuff."
"Stuff?"
"From last night?"
Jay was blushing. He knew what I was talking about. The porn. The porn that he blamed for making him soooo horny that he couldn't help but strip off his shirt and boxers in my dorm room before blowing his seed all over his six pack and leaving a steamy little Kleenex souvenir behind.
"Uh, yeaaah! That place at the state border. What's it called?
"The Palace. Porn Palace. Movies and everything."
"Movies?"
"You watch them there."
"Like, in a theater?"
"No, little private booths. You just plug in quarters."
"Sweet. Wow! I mean, we can't meet 'em there, at the Porn Parade ..."
"Palace. Porn Palace."
"Right. But close by, we can meet them."
"Sure."
"And you wouldn't mind if we stop by the Porn Place, would you?"
"Porn Palace."
"Porn Palace?"
"Of course not. I need to freshen up my supply."
"Cool. Wow, this will be a weekend to remember."
"So Justin, Jeremy, who're they? Your brothers?"
"Yep. Jeremy's a little pipsqueak."
"How old is he?"
"Fourteen and going on four."
"And Justin. You hadn't mentioned him."
"Hadn't I? Well, I don't talk a lot about him. We're sorta different, even though we're not."
"Older or younger?"
"Neither."
I stopped breathing and just blinked my eyes.
"Neither?"
"We're twins."
I felt the blood blast from the top of my head.
"Twins? I didn't know you --"
"Identical twins."
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Great storyline sfcfml. Well written and interesting. Thanks!!!
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I hate you, now I wont sleep well just thinking what's gonna happen.... gah!
Wet dreams all week, gah!
Wet dreams all week, gah!
My Dear Sadistically Sweet SFCFML,
I must agree with the comments that precede my post -- you are becoming most proficient in plying your trade -- and tormenting we, poor, voyeuristic Souls!
An excellent installment. Great, "innocent" interaction, more and more internal frustration on the part of our protagonist, and a cliffhanger that would make one of your fellow authors, Tantiboh, drool -- he likes fantasies about twins - a LOT! LOL HR even wrote one for him and shared it with us all!
I was going to start out saying our boy has the same religious background I grew up with, except my mom converted to Catholicism, and we were/are actively practicing members of our local parish. But, summers I was treated to a rural Methodist church where probably over half the congregation included relatives out to the second or third cousin level.
I anxiously await the culmination of our boy being "taken home to meet Dad and the Bro's!"
Nice Job!
Thanks for the efforts you've put into making this a great thread.
I must agree with the comments that precede my post -- you are becoming most proficient in plying your trade -- and tormenting we, poor, voyeuristic Souls!
An excellent installment. Great, "innocent" interaction, more and more internal frustration on the part of our protagonist, and a cliffhanger that would make one of your fellow authors, Tantiboh, drool -- he likes fantasies about twins - a LOT! LOL HR even wrote one for him and shared it with us all!
I was going to start out saying our boy has the same religious background I grew up with, except my mom converted to Catholicism, and we were/are actively practicing members of our local parish. But, summers I was treated to a rural Methodist church where probably over half the congregation included relatives out to the second or third cousin level.
I anxiously await the culmination of our boy being "taken home to meet Dad and the Bro's!"
Nice Job!
Thanks for the efforts you've put into making this a great thread.
pe_gay89
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Great chapter! I get the feeling Stuie won't be watching too much baseball this weeked! (Glad you chose the Cubs instead of the Sox. I'm a Twins fan by association. Long story, don't ask. )
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