ROGER AT THE RANCH
Roger lived next door to a friend of mine when he was fourteen.
The house was a gathering place, where people were always welcome,
and always coming and going. Roger spent a lot of time there,
watching TV and playing with the other kids. I was there quite a
bit, too.
Once summer came, and the temperature became intolerable, people
spent most of their time inside under the cool air conditioners.
Roger would wear only a pair of running shorts or cutoffs, and
sneakers. He had sandy blond hair, blue eyes, an engaging smile, a
few freckles and a perfectly proportioned, tanned body. He was
beginning to blossom into manhood, but there was still some "little
boy" left in him. He was very comfortable with his body. Just
looking at him made me very aroused, and many times several people
would be sitting in my friend's house watching TV, and I would be
watching Roger, discreetly of course, so that no one would notice my
intense interest in him. As the summer went on, I began going over
to my friend's house more and more in the hope that Roger would be
there.
Then my friends went on vacation, and were gone for a week. I
missed the company and friendship of going to their house while they
were gone, and felt lost, with nothing to do. I also missed seeing
Roger. Then I had an idea.
I looked up his phone number in the book, and called him. He
seemed glad to hear from me. I told him of a ranch that I knew,
where there was a pond for fishing and swimming, and asked him if
he'd like to go there that afternoon. He was enthusiastic about
going, and asked his mom. She was happy that he had a chance to do
something different, and quickly agreed. Besides, it gave her an
afternoon free to do as she wished.
When I picked him up, his mom asked where the ranch was, and when
I thought we'd be back. I told her I could bring him back whenever
she wanted, and she said that she was going out for the afternoon,
and wouldn't be back until about six. So that's when we agreed that
I'd return with Roger. That would give us plenty of time to enjoy
our afternoon at the ranch.
We got in the car and headed for the country. Roger was dressed
in a tee shirt, cut off jeans, calf high white socks and sneakers.
He looked great. He was happy to be going to the ranch and asked
about the fishing. I had brought along poles and bait. He had never
gone fishing before, and was looking foreward to trying it. I also
reminded him that it's a great swimming hole, too, and since it was
so hot, it would be good to cool off.
As we drove along, we also talked about other things that
interested him, like his bike, skate board, TV, his friends, and
some of the things that he had done recently. Then he told me that
his birthday had passed just the week before.
"Really?" I asked. "Wow! I didn't know that. What did you do, and
what did you get?"
"I got a neat nintendo game. It's great. I'm still trying to
figure it out. I keep trying, and some of my friends have too, but
we haven't got it right yet. And then Mom makes us stop, cause she
says we spend too much time at it."
"That sounds like fun, I'm sure you'll figure it out someday.
What else did you get?"
"Oh, just some clothes and stuff like that. I got a cake. That's
about it."
"Did you have a party?"
"Nah. One of my friends came over for cake. And we played
nintendo."
"Did you get a birthday spanking?"
He smiled, and looked down. "Nah. I haven't had a spanking since
I was a little kid."
"Well, I'm going to give you a birthday spanking later!" I said
enthusiastically, with a big grin.
He looked at me, his pale blue eyes locking on mine and he
returned the smile, but said nothing.
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The ranch was private, and no one was home there that day. I knew
that before I called Roger. In fact, I had to go out there that day
anyway to house sit, because the owners didn't like for it to be left
unoccupied. That's why I decided to call Roger to begin with.
The first thing I wanted to do was to get Roger to take his shirt
off, because his torso was so incredible I wanted to be able to
enjoy it as much as possible. So I said, "Why don't we cool off
first, and take a dip?"
"Okay," he quickly agreed.
The water was clear and warm. Like all ponds, the bottom was very
muddy and gooey. I warned him about that as I began to undress.
Under my pants I was wearing a pair of running shorts. Roger took
off his shoes, socks and finally his shirt. I felt a tingling in my
crotch as I got a look at his chest. Though I had seen it many
times before, in fact had focused on it, I still felt a great
sensation when I saw it again. Probably because that was the first
time I had seen him actually remove his shirt. His dark tan, tight
stomach, navel just abouve his pants line, the faint outline of his
ribs, his developing arms and pectorals, his perfectly formed pinkish
brown nipples, with their tips standing out only slightly. It's a
wonder he didn't notice my bulge beginning to take shape.
I decided to get under the water to hide it as soon as I could,
so I said, "Last one in gets dunked!"
"No way!" he yelled, as he ran for the pond. We both jumped in at
about the same time, and agreed to call it a tie. But then I dunked
him any way.
"No fair!" he sputtered when he came back up. He then jumped at
me and attempted to dunk me. Since I'm much bigger than he was then,
it was much harder for him to dunk me. He ended up climbing all over
me to get my head under the water. Then, when I came up, I
threatened to retaliate and lunged for him. We frolicked and
wrestled in this way for some time. It was an incredible feeling to
be that close to him. He was having a lot of fun, and it was the
first time I'd ever touched him. It was exhilirating to put my arm
around his back and feel my hand move slowly across the warmth of his
stomach, his back, his arms, his chest. A couple of times, I even
felt my fingers move lightly across his nipples. By the time we were
both out of breath from all the frolicking, I had a raging hard on.
He was ready to get out of the pond and try his hand at fishing.
I stayed in the water for a couple of minutes after he got out, to
try and get my erection under control. Only after I felt that he
wouldn't notice did I get out. After he first got out of the water,
before he had time to dry, I noticed that Roger had goose bumps on
his arms. The little bumps of goose flesh were all over his biceps
and shoulders, and droplets of water were glistening over them as
well as the occsional small, golden colored hairs that were on his
forearm. His nipples were now completely puckered, the tips standing
out much farther, surrounded by still more goose flesh. The sight
took my breath away. Once again, my cock was getting hard. I
crossed my legs to try and hide it.
We got the fishing gear out, and I showed him how it all worked as
we let the hot summer breeze dry us off. His interest and enthusiasm
for learning something new was genuine, and we began fishing. After
a few minutes, I excused myself by saying that I had to go to the
bathroom. Instead I went to the car and got a copy of a sex magazine
that I had stashed under the seat that morning. My plan was to plant
the magazine in a place where Roger would "find" it, and then just
see how he reacted. I put the magazine under a bush near the car and
returned to my fishing pole.
Unfortunately, the fish weren't biting, and after about another
twenty minutes, his interest began to wane. His mind wandered, and
he began getting bored.
"You getting tired of this?" I asked.
"A little."
"Want to quit for awhile?"
"Yeah, I guess so. What should we do now?"
"Well--" I paused, pretending to think. "I know. I have a frisbee
in the car. We could toss that around."
He shrugged. "Sure, that's okay." He wasn't real enthused about
playing frisbee, and neither was I, but my plan was working
perfectly. I led him to the car and grabbed the frisbee from the back
seat. We tossed it back and forth a few times, and each time I threw
it closer to the bush where the magazine was. He got bored with
frisbee real fast, and I knew that it was time to aim for the bush,
because he would want to quit doing this before long.
My aim was off. I over threw it, and it went over the top of the
bush. He scowled a little because he had to chase it into the
bushes. I was afraid that he'd go around the other side of the bush
and not see the magazine. He started walking toward it slowly. I
watched with anticipation to see which way he'd go. He hesitated,
looking both ways. Then he headed straight for the magazine. He
walked right up to it, then past it to pick up the frisbee. He saw
the magazine out of the corner of his eye as he went by and I saw him
look down at it. As he came back with the frisbee in his hand, he
stopped and picked up the magazine.
"Hey! Look at this!" he yelled as he picked it up.
"What have you found?" I acted surprised, and walked toward him.
He opened it up and quickly thumbed through it. "A dirty
magazine."
"Oh, really?" I tried to sound like I mildly disapproved. "Let's
see." I began looking through it.
He handed it to me. "It was under that bush," he said pointing
towards it.
I found a particularly explicit picture of a beautiful woman with
her legs spread wide, her pussy in plain view. I opened the magazine
wide, certain that Roger could see it. "Yep, it's got nude pictures
in it for sure." His eyes were glued to the picture.
After a few seconds, I turned the pages again until I found
another hot picture. In that one, she had a vibrator inside her. I
snickered, then turned the page again. The picture on one side of
the page showed two women, one eating out the other. In the picture
on the opposite side, a man was with them, and both women were
licking his hard cock.
"Wow," I said in a low voice, "this IS a dirty magazine." Of
course, I wasn't really looking at the magazine. I was showing it to
Roger, and trying to make it look like I didn't want him to see it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his reaction. His eyes were
glued to it, as I expected that they would be. It had his complete
attention.
"I wonder how that got there?" I asked rhetorically as I closed
the magazine and looked at it's cover.
"I don't know," he responded, and shrugged.
"Well, I'll take it inside and leave it there. It shouln't be out
here." I got the key to the house that had been left for me, and we
went inside. I laid the magazine down on the coffee table.
"Do you want a coke, Roger?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure."
I went to the kitchen to get our drinks. I stayed in there longer
than I needed to because I wanted to give Roger a chance to look at
the magazine some more. After two or three minutes, I loudly
returned to the living room, to tip him off that I was coming back so
that he wouldn't "get caught" looking at it. I handed Roger his coke
and noticed that the magazine had been moved. I looked at Roger and
smiled and winked. Was that a bulge growing in his pants?
I sat next to him, and we drank our sodas. I asked him if he
wanted to go fishing again. He didn't. I asked if he wanted to go
swimming again. He shrugged. I leaned over and poked him in the
ribs and said, "Well, what DO you want to do?" and laughed and
tickled him.
He laughed and reached over to tickle me and said, "I don't know."
I tickled him some more, then he tickled me some more. I reached
around him and rolled onto the floor, pulling him with me. He was on
top of me, then I was on top of him. The tickling continued. Then
he tried to get away, and I playfully held him down. He tried to
tickle me some more, to make me let him go. We laughed and giggled,
and rolled around some more.
"I got you!" I yelled.
"Huh-uh! I got YOU!" he yelled back.
As we did this, of course my hands were all over his upper body,
and his were all over mine. Once again I enjoyed the sensation of
feeling the warmth of his deeply tanned skin, running my fingers
gently (and not so gently) across his arms, stomach, ribs, chest and
back. I consciously tried to touch his nipples discreetly, and my
hand brushed over them quickly a few times. The feeling was
sensational.
At one point we both stopped to catch our breaths, and I was
laying with my head on his chest. I twisted around so that I could
see his left nipple. His chest was moving up and down as his
breathing was somewhat labored. I could feel his heart beat, and
told him so. "Boy, it's really pumping," I said, and moved my hand
to his heart, over the nipple.
"I hope so!" he said.
"Thump. Thump. Thump," I said, imitating the sound. I moved my
hand so that the tip of my index finger was laying gently on his
nipple. Then I slowly, and lightly, began moving it around. Roger
just lay there, saying nothing. I moved my thumb over the nipple,
too, and then brought the thumb and forefinger together and gently
squeezed the tip of his nipple. He still didn't react. So I moved
both my finger and thumb around some more, faster and faster, harder
and harder, and then squeezed again. By now the nipple was quite
puckered and hard.
"Ow!" he said, trying to hide a giggle. He began tickling me, and
we started all over again.
This time, I was slightly more bold. I made sure that I tickled
directly on his nipples several times. He never protested, but
responded in kind by tickling me on my nipples. I guess he thought
that one good turn deserved another, or he just wanted to give me a
taste of my own medicine. Either way, I loved it!
As we continued, I reached down and touched his knee, and ran my
hand along his leg. He began thrashing his legs about, but didn't
really try to make me stop. He rolled more or less on top of me, and
sort of pinned me with his legs. I tickled him with one hand, which
made him wiggle around, and I ran my other hand down his back, from
his shoulder to the top of his pants. Since he was laying on me,
still pinning me, his movements as I tickled him were an incredible
sensation, and directly stimulated my cock, which was of course
rather hard anyway. He seemed to be pushing his own crotch against
mine intentionally, or was that my imagination? While I continued to
tickle him, I moved my other hand onto his pants, and down one of the
cheeks of his bottom. I could feel his muscles get taught and loose
again as he continued to move around. My breath was escaping in
short gasps and I thought that this must surely be a dream from which
I would soon awaken.
I squeezed his bottom tightly and pulled him down onto me even
tighter. The soft flesh of his ass filled my hand through his jeans.
At that point, I nearly exploded. He was on top of me, stimulating
my raging hard on with his own crotch, and my hand was squeezing his
most incredible ass.
But I didn't want it to end yet. So I rolled him off of me, and
looked at him. He seemed a little startled. I'm not sure if it's
because I threw him off so easily, or if it was because what we were
doing felt so good. Before he could react further, I tickled him
some more in the ribs. He doubled over and started laughing again,
bringing his knees up for protection. I squeezed his knee with one
hand, and then moved it up and squeezed the outside of his thigh.
Then I moved my hand to the inside of his thigh, and rested it on the
blue denim of his cut offs. It was a place that felt very good, like
standing just outside the gate to heaven. After a while, I gently
squeezed him there, very close to his crotch. One of his hands came
up immediately and picked up my hand and moved it away. It happened
so fast that it had to have been instinctive rather than a conscious
move. He never stopped giggling or tickling me with his other hand.
By now I was out of breath again. I stopped tickling him, and
once again laid my head on his chest. He tried to tickle me a
couple of more times, but quickly got the message that I needed a
break.
"Is your heart still pounding?" I asked as I positioned my head.
"Yep. Thump. Thump. Thump." I moistened my finger with my tongue and
moved it toward his nipple again. I swiftly, but gently moved my
finger across just the tip of it, and it became moist. After about a
half a minute, both my finger and his nipple were dry. I moved my
head over and put my tongue on his nipple, and slowly and gently
began moving it around. Then I closed my lips over it. At first, he
didn't react. Then he stopped me by saying he wanted to sit up, and
he started to move. I sat up, too, and looked him in the eye. He
looked back, and raised both eyebrows at the same time.
"I need to sit up now," he said.
"Yeah. Is your gut sore from laughing?" I smiled.
"Yeah. I just want to rest for awhile."
"Do you want another coke?"
"Sure." He went with me to the kitchen to get it.
We took our cokes outside to drink, then decided to swim again.
It was very refreshing. I tried to start some horse play in the
water, but he clearly wasn't interested. He just wanted to play in
the water. After we got out and air dried, we went back inside again.
This time as we approached the living room, he jumped on my back,
throwing his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. It
was truly a surprise attack. I couldn't do much except to carry him
over to the couch and just sit down, pinning him behind me. After a
brief, good natured struggle, he was sitting beside me on the couch.
He looked on the coffee table, reached for the magazine and said,
"I want to look at this."
I contemplated my response. Should I express disapproval, and
then "cave in" and let him look? Or should I just agree, and look
with him? "Well," I started, "I don't know if you should-- but since
you're the one who found it, I guess it's okay. Just don't tell
anybody I let you, though, okay?"
"Sure," he shrugged as he opened it up.
We looked at it for about ten minutes or so. He saw all of the
best pictures, and there was no question about what the obvious
bulge in his pants meant. I took the magazine and showed him one
final picture, an explicit blow job, and then laid the magazine down.
I decided that it was time to start getting serious.
I began tickling him again, but this time it wasn't the same. He
sensed it too. The pattern of our tickling, our horse play, was that
one of us would "attack" the other, and then the other would
retaliate. So after I tickled him, I got up and sat on the floor,
knowing that he would follow me and "get even". As I stood up, my
own erection was obvious through my running shorts. Roger looked at
it. Then he came after me on the floor and the tickling contest was
on again. There was a sense of urgency about it now. As if, this
time, we weren't doing it just for the fun it created, but because it
was leading to something else.
I remained in a sitting position with my legs out in front of me,
and before long Roger was laying across my lap, on his stomach, his
bottom up and directly on my lap. I tickled him a couple more times,
and he giggled again, and wiggled a bit.
Then he reminded me of something that I had forgotten. "I thought
you were going to spank since I just had a birthday."
"Oh YEAH! I completely forgot about that! I sure am glad you
reminded me."
He giggled.
"I sure would have hated to miss out on that," I said, as I laid
my had on his bottom. "How old did you say you are?"
"Fourteen," he said quickly.
"Okay. Here we go. ONE!" Smack. "TWO!" Smack. "THREE!" Smack,
harder this time.
"Ouch!" he said.
"FOUR!" Smack, harder again.
"OW!" he wiggled a little.
"Where was I? I forgot. Oh, yeah. TWO!" Smack.
"No, you were at five!" he giggled.
"No, no, no. THREE!" Smack, harder still. "FOUR!" Smack!
"OUCH!" he was still laughing.
"Let's see. How high are we counting? I forget?"
"Fourteen."
"Oh, that's right. THREE!" SMACK.
"No, you were higher than that!"
"Where was I?"
"SIX."
"Nah. THREE!" SMACK. "FOUR!" SMACK. "FIVE!" SMACK!
"OW! THAT HURTS!" He was laughing harder now, and just waiting
for more.
"FOUR!" SMACK! "FIVE!" SMACK! "SIX!" SMACK!! "SEVEN!" SMACK!!
SMACK!! "FIVE!" SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
"NO! That's NOT right!"
We were both laughing more now than at any time all day. I
eventually reached fourteen, plus "one to grow on", "one for good
measure", etc. My hand was VERY sore by the time I finished,
because I had hit him quite hard most of the time. I imagined that
his bottom was also red.
We kept our positions for a minute, once again to catch our
breaths. I looked at his back, and got an idea. "Now that I've
spanked you, I'll give you a birthday present."
"What?" he asked.
"A back rub. I know how to give great back rubs. I was taught
by a person who gives massages for a living. It'll be great."
"Okay." He wasn't thrilled, but he was willing.
I moved my legs out from under him, and straddled him, sitting on
his undoubtedly sore bottom. I then began to massage his back.
After a couple of minutes, he was completely relaxed, and his eyes
closed. Occassionally he would utter a "Mmmmm..." sound, indicating
approval.
My position was such so that I could rock on my legs. I began
rocking above his buttocks as I moved my hands across his back. But
before long my pivots got lower and lower until I could feel my cock
rubbing against his soft buttocks. The feeling was tremendous. And
once again, my plan was working out just fine. He opened his eyes
and looked back over his shoulder to watch what I was doing. He
raised his bottom up so that closer contact could be made. I
continued to rub my cock into his bottom until I could push it no
further into his crack. At this point our pants were an obstruction
that I knew would have to go. I also knew that he was ready for the
next step because he had so obviously raised his bottom up to meet my
thrusts.
What next? My mind was racing. I decided to do what had been
working all afternoon: tickling. But I stood on my knees first, to
encourage him to roll over. When I stood to my knees, I looked down
at myself. My cock head was sticking out the top of my shorts,
soaked with pre cum. I made no attempt to cover it, and just began
tickling Roger.
He rolled over immediately, and he saw my cock. "Look at that!"
he pointed to it.
I smiled and kept tickling him. "Yeah? What about it?" I sat
back down on him so he wouldn't roll over again.
"Your dick's showing! Ha Ha Ha!" He began tickling me back.
I reached down and pulled it out further. "So what?" I laughed,
and stroked it a couple of times. I grabbed his hands with mine and
forced them to the floor above his head and held them down. This
forced me to lay on top of him, with my exposed hard cock rubbing
against his belly. I thrust on him there a few times, but nearly
came, so I stopped. Not quite yet.
I was resting my head on his shoulder now, and turned toward him.
My mouth was nearly in his ear. "I want to see yours, too," I said
very softly. With that, I kissed his neck, and ran my tongue across
his cheek. I looked at him and smiled. He didn't respond.
Without getting up any further that was necessary, I reached down
and unfastened his cut offs. After unzipping them I pulled them down
around his thighs. I felt his cock for the first time by wrapping my
hand around it quickly, gently. He took a deep breath and closed his
eyes as I moved my fingers over his balls. That, too, must have
tickled. I rolled off of him. I pulled his pants off completely. His
tan line was obvious. The dark skin of his belly and legs gave way
to almost paper white skin everywhere in between. His fourteen year
old cock was throbbing- hard. It was probably about four inches
long, just a nice mouth full. His balls had no hair on them at all,
and his blondish brown pubic hair was clustered in a neat little
mound. I looked at him and smiled. He just looked back intently,
and lay there. He was waiting for me to take the lead the rest of the
way.
I pulled off my own running shorts next, and Roger looked closely
at my equipment. Needless to say, I also had a throbbing hard on.
Since I was a few years older than Roger, I had considerably more
hair and also a much larger cock, easily twice the size of his. He
seemed impressed with it. He was probably wondering if his would
grow as large.
I leaned over and began stroking his cock, careful not to over do
it. I still wasn't ready. I'd been building up to this all
afternoon, I didn't want it to end before I was done. I encouraged
him to take mine in his hand and do the same, which he did without
hesitating. We stroked each other for several minutes, and with my
other hand I caressed all of his body that I could reach, his legs,
stomach, chest, neck, arms. I leaned over and first licked, then
sucked, his nipples and experienced great satisfaction when I did.
Then I began nibbling on his ear, neck and, finally, his mouth. He
wasn't exactly sure about that, but he let me put my tongue in his
mouth. I sucked on his lip and he finally met my tongue with his and
we kissed deeply for several minutes. And my cock began to throb
even more.
I leaned down and finally began to suck his cock. I went very
slow, letting him enjoy each step. I ran my tongue up and down the
shaft, then over his balls. He flinched a little, but then settled
down. I continued to lick his balls for a while, then went back up
the shaft and rolled my tongue over the head of his boy-cock. He
began squirming a little, and so I plunged my mouth down, taking in
the whole thing. He took a deep breath and put both of his hands on
my head and started rubbing it. He took another deep breath. Then
another. A low groan then escaped his lips, he tensed up, and then
exhaled a long "aaahhhhh". I felt the warm fluid squirt into my
mouth, and tasted it's bitterness, and continued to move my tongue
over his cock head, moving his warm cum around his cock and my mouth.
Another burst of cum, bigger than the first then exploded into my
mouth again. I began to gag, but then was able to swallow it all. He
relaxed, looked at me and then closed his eyes. I smiled at him and
let him relax for a few minutes.
Then I asked him to roll over. I wasn't sure if I really want to
fuck him, but I did want to look at, and feel, his ass. When he
rolled over, I saw how red it was from the spanking. His deeply
tanned back gave way to his very white bottom, which turned red where
I had spanked him, and then white again, which flowed to his deeply
tanned legs. I almost came at the sight of it. I caressed his
buttocks for several minutes, and asked him if they were sore.
"Naw. They feel pretty good right now." He grabbed my cock and
began stroking it again. "Wow, that's REALLY big!" he said.
"Yeah, I know."
"I bet it's too big to fit back there, huh?" His voice cracked.
He wasn't sure about this.
"Could be. I don't want to hurt you." I couldn't believe that he
had even brought it up.
"You want to try?"
"I can if you want me to." My heart was leaping!
"Okay."
"I've got to start by getting you ready." I leaned over and began
reaming him. He sucked a deep breath. Moving slowly, I put a
finger, then two in as far as I could, and wiggled them about. He
groaned.
"How does that feel?"
"Good. Real good." He said slowly. I wished I had brought along
some vaseline, but instead had to settle for spit.
I lubricated first his hole, then my cock. "Okay. get on your
hands and knees," I ordered him. He complied immediately, and I
asked, "Are you ready?"
He nodded. I placed my cock head at his opening and began
pushing. At first his whole body pushed foreward. I told him to
push back against me, and then it started to go in. He groaned as I
pushed in further and further.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Huh-uh. More!"
I got in about three quarters of the way before I started to pull
back out. It was the tightest thing I'd ever fucked, and if I could
get "in the groove" with enough lubrication, I knew that it would be
great, but to begin with I was more concerned about not hurting him,
and getting enough lubrication. As I pulled out so that only my
cock head was still inside him, I again spit on my hand and rubbed
it on the shaft. I thrust in again. Again he groaned, louder this
time. I pulled back. This time I could get enough spit on it to make
it work. But I was out of spit. So I held my hand down in front of
Roger's mouth and said, "Spit in my hand. A couple of times."
That was all it took. I thrust in and back out again, then again,
going in a little deeper each time. Each time he groaned, and I kept
asking if he wanted me to quit. He just shook his head no and kept
groaning. After awhile I was in all the way.
I bent over him and wrapped my arms around his chest. "Hold on!"
It was finally time. I began thrusting more quickly, in and out,
in and out, in and out. He stopped groaning after awhile. I began
licking his ear as my breathing increased. It was so tight! My
thrusts became faster and I took deeper and deeper breaths. Roger
began moving with me, carried away by my ecstasy. Moving in unison.
Faster. Faster. It was tight, sooooo tight! And it felt sooo good to
be in there, sooo good to be wrapped around him! Soooo tight! Soooo
good! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
I rolled over and lay on my back next to him. He was as out of
breath as I was. We looked at each other for a long time.
"Happy birthday, Roger."
The End, Whew!