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More Birthday Surprises
"I bet so..." Tom trailed off.
"I should have listened to you and closed the door," Ray offered,
snapping out of his reverie. "Man, she must have got a good look!
We weren't under any covers or anything! Mom must have seen us, closed the
door, turned off the teevee and yelled goodnight before dad came up," Ray
stated. "Dude, that was a major screw up."
"Why? It turned out excellent, man! You got it sooo
"Yes, I did!" Ray said conspiratorially, bouncing his eyebrows and
"You perv! I meant you got it good with your parents! If
this was switched, I would be in the morgue right now and my dad in handcuffs
and there would be yellow tape all around my house!"
Just then the front doorbell rang and photo nymphete
a familiar knock announced the arrival
of the first party guests; Eric if the melodic knock following the bell was any
indication, and it was. As Ray opened the door ukrainian nymphet models
he noticed it had started
snowing harder and two or more inches already covered the ground.
"HEY! Happy sixteen, Ray!" Eric said in his slight country accent,
passing Ray a large, square, box wrapped in gold paper.
"Ooo, lemme guess," Ray said, hefting the box and gently shaking
it. It was about one foot to each side and didn't make a noise depites
Ray's violent handling; it felt like one, solid, unmoving object.
"You won't guess, don't even try! Just wait 'till you open
it!" Eric stated, shrugging off his heavy winter coat.
It had become a long-standing tradition, Ray's guessing what a gift was
before opening it. Birthdays, Christmas, any time he received a gift.
The boys had started getting wise to the game and had begun to do whatever they
could to try to fool him, or at least, prevent any kind of child nymphet tgp
Ray smiled, stopped shaking the box, and told Eric to drop his coat on the
chair and come on in.
"Hey, Tom!" Eric called as Tom entered the front room, waving
"Hey, Eric. What's up?"
"Dude's age, it's up by another year! And he can start driving us
around!" Eric said, slapping hands with Tom.
"Yea, sure, if you buy me a nymphets top car!" Ray said, walking past, the
large box in hand.
"Damn, he could almost fit one in that box!" Tom teased.
"Just the engine. Brent is bringing the body, Ryan the frame and
Jeff the interior!" Eric laughed.
"And where would you put it together?" Ray's dad asked as the boys
entered the dining room.
"We thought we would use your garage," Eric russian nudist nymphets piped up.
"Oh, you supposed, did you? And what if I object to that?"
"Guess, we could put the thing together in my garage and use my
tools," Tom offered.
"Yea, everything we need, a bent screwdriver and a set of ls video nymphets
wrenchs!" Eric teased.
"Yea, more than you got!" Tom shot back.
"No arguments over how many tools you have," Ray's dad proclaimed.
"Or how big they are." Ray's father nymphets porn free pretended not to notice as
all three boys shared sly laughter and snickers. "You boys go watch a
movie, we rented a couple, on the coffee table, until the rest get here?"
he asked, taking the large box from Ray.
The boys turned and went to the living room through the double doors and
quickly started squabbling over what movie to watch. Tom and Eric
squabbled,while Ray watched.
I wonder if Eric has any idea what Tom and I are doing? Ray wondered.
Lord knows he should. It's not like young illegal nymphets he and I hadn't been busy plenty in
At five foot and six inches, and around 130 pounds, Eric was taller than Tom,
but about the same weight. Eric was thin; really thin, so thin you could
see his ribs when he had his shirt off, and almost everyone had seen him that
way. What most didn't know, was you could also see his hip bones all
around his waist, only Ray knew that. And the kids in Eric's P.E. class,
but Ray knew it much more intimately.
That boy needs some fat ukrainian nymphets nudes and muscle, Ray though, watching Eric's narrow butt
in the jeans he was wearing, noticing his hips seemed wider, and that his almost
non-existent butt was more full. Was he gaining weight? Or just
experiencing a growth spurt? Ray wondered.
Eric had cut his hair down to a crew cut and it looked like a sunburn on a
bald head. Eric's hair, all of it, as Ray knew well, was bright red.
Ray could see Eric's pale blue eyes, so pale they almost seemed gray, glinting
in laughter as he and Tom continued to argue over the comedy or the horror
I hope they take their time, 'cause I'm already watching what I want to see,
Ray thought, watching the boys start to wrestle. Tom had about a year on
Eric, and some muscle, but Eric was used to defending himself against the prety nymphets portal other
boys and was holding his own. Eric got under Tom, who was now bent over
Eric's back, trying to grasp hands around Eric's waist. Eric got out of
Tom's arms and locked his own arms around Tom's legs, his head turned to the
side and burying itself into Tom's groin.
Hey, now! Don't be hurting those, Ray thought. Those are my toys,
and I don't want them damaged! The doorbell rang, interrupting the match
and another of Ray's fantasies. The knocking pattern revealed that the
twins, Brent and Ryan had arrived.
Tom met his dad, who was already opening it, at the door. Both twins
rushed in a blizzard of energy and fresh-fallen snow.
"Hey, Ray!" and "Happy birthday!" they exclaimed in
unison, presenting two identical packages wrapped in white tissue-type paper.
They weren't the only packages Ray examined slyly as his father took the two
gifts and told Ray to take his guests in to see the movie. He added that
he or his mom would get the door and for Ray and his friends to enjoy
Back in the living room, Tom and Eric and decided on the horror flick,
somehow, and it was just starting up as Ray and the twins came in.
Both twins had left their coats in the chair at the door and were dressed in
black jeans and button-front shirts. Naturally, Ray let his eyes wander
over the two almost identical boys. Both had the same height and build,
about five tgp bbs nymphets foot four or five inches, about 140 pounds, blond-brown hair and
average complexions. Both also shared the same bright gray eyes, otherwise
the similarities ended. Brent's face was long and narrow, his nose the
same, and his front teeth a nymphette asian scans
bit bucked out; they always showed, as his thin lips
rarely met. Ryan, though, had a shorter, rounder face, straight teeth and
fuller lips. Ryan also wore wire-rimmed glasses and was a bookworm, where
Brent was the active, skateboarder type.
Ray had to watch as they took seats on the couch, squeezing in between Tom
and Eric, filling the couch with their warm bodies. Ray so wished he could
be that couch chinese porn nymphets right about now.
"Hey, is Jeff coming?" Brent asked of Eric.
"He said he was when I talked to him today," Eric replied.
"I haven't talked to him since I invited him and he said he would try to
make it," Ray said.
"So, like, what happened with you two?" Eric asked innocently.
"We had a fight, about something stupid, is all. I don't know if
he photo nud nymphet
is coming or not," Ray answered, truly wondering, and feeling really bad
about what had come between himself and Jeff so recently.
Both twins were fighting for a bit more room, pushing each other into the
other child model nymphet boy, either Tom or Eric, who pushed back. The whole thing was about
to boil over into a wrestling match and Ray was starting to feel his dick swell
and his balls stir. Brent gave Ryan a tittie-twister and Brent paid him
back with a fist to his groin; a bullseye. Ryan grunted and doubled over
his crotch, moaning.
"Ooops, sorry, bro," Brent said.
Before the thought could take hold, and a fantasy play out in Ray's mind
about soothing poor Ryan's sore nads, the doorbell rang and Jeff's regular
knock, one not heard in quite some time at Ray's house, announced Jeff's
Ray sat up, startled, and happily surprised. He heard his dad say hello
to Jeff, and soft voices for a few seconds. He started to wonder what was
going on, what his dad was saying to Jeff, and what Jeff was saying to his dad.
The rest of the boys had little nymphets 13 yearsold heard Jeff's knock, but were busy fighting for
territory on the couch.
Ray found something sexy about every one of his friends, not just The Circle
members, but most especially Jeff. anime nymphets sex There was something more about how he
felt about Jeff, something Ray couldn't label. If there was one of the
guys Ray didn't understand how he really felt about, it was Jeff. He
wanted Jeff, sexually, indeed. But fat nymphets
Ray was deeply concerned about how Jeff
saw him. He was terrified Jeff would start thinking of him as a total fag.
He could handle it if about everyone else abandoned him; but not if Jeff did it,
as had almost happened already. The last couple weeks had been tough;
daily wanting to talk to Jeff, to explain, to smooth things over, to patch
things up. Worse, though, would be Jeff thinking he was chasing after him,
so Ray just let Jeff have his space.
Ray was about to go and see what was keeping Jeff, and perhaps break up their
chat session before things got prickly, when Jeff strode through the door and
waved at Ray, almost as if they hadn't had any fight at all.
"Happy b-day, dude," Jeff said, taking the last free chair in the
"Glad you made it," Ray said carefully.
The nymphets 12y sexy other boys gave a hi to Jeff in turn, still trying to maximize their own
spaces on the couch.
Ray was glad Jeff came, it would have been weird to not have him here, but it
was weird having him here, too. Jeff seemed intent on the movie, as if he
had not watched it before. Ray simply didn't know what to do, or say, or
try, to make things right. He decided to try to get Jeff to the side,
alone, at some point, and see if there wasn't some way to get things good
"Okay you heathens, the food is ready!" Ray's mom called from the
doorway to the dining room. "Come and get it!"
Almost all the boys made bee-lines for the table, except Jeff and Ray.
Almost as if they scripted it, they met at the end of the couch and both spoke
at the same time.
"Dude, we need to talk," Jeff said as Ray said, "Jeff,
I'm really, really, sorry about what happened, I just want us to be friends,
"It's okay, Ray. I'm sorry I acted like a kid and ran."
"I'm sorry I, for, sorry," was all Ray could manage, choking a bit
on the emotions.
This wasn't lost on Jeff, who noticed Ray's red, sore eyes, not knowing about
the earlier events between Ray and his parents.
Jeff put his left hand on Ray's shoulder child nymphetts gallery
and offered his right in the secret
pledge and said, "Forget it for now, okay? We can sort it out later.
Ray mirrored Jeff's hand on his shoulder, "Like then, like now,
like forever," they swore, then both boys joined the party in the dining
room where there was food, friends and fun waiting, their troubles forgotten in
the way only the young can do.
Dinner was done, the dishes gone, the cake lit, blown out, and mostly
devoured. The adults had left with the last of the cake and had told the
boys to hang out a minute and they would be right back.
"Okay, time for presents!" Ray's dad exclaimed as both he and his
wife ass teens nymphets were carrying them into the dining room and placing them in the center of
"YES!" every boy echoed.
"Which one first, which one first..." Ray's dad teased, ranging his
hands over the assorted packages.
Ray stood and grabbed the one in purple paper that had "Hands Off!"
printed all over it in gold lettering. "This one!" he said,
already tearing into the card on the outside. The card was all white, just
the word, "Sixteen?!?" on the front, also in free nymphet girls purple lettering.
Inside was Jeff's name and the phrase "Friends are what friends are,
whatever they are, always friends. For my best friend." written by
hand. Ray smiled, realizing Jeff came tonight with the intention of
smoothing things over. He should have known that. Inside the box was
another, smaller box with another art nude nymphet even smaller box, all wrapped in the same
paper. Ray held the latest one up, about the size of a pack of cigarettes.
It rattled in a solid, satisfying way.
"I give up," Ray said, after giving it a few hefts and a shake or
two. "Unless, miniatures?" Ray said, smiling, certain that was
indeed what was inside. After opening the last box and revealing nymphets pay sites his
accuracy, Ray smiled and said, "Cool, two elf archers! Thanks
"MOM! Do you have to take pictures?!?"
"Yes," she said flatly, as if he had asked if she had to stand on
her feet instead of her elbows.
"Happy amsterdam nymphet pussy
birthday, Ray," Jeff said, smiling.
Suddenly, Ray realized: Two Elven Archers. Holy shit! No
way Jeff meant that! It had to be some coincidence. Maybe some
unconscious psychological choice as Jeff had picked out the packages. Had
to be! He had started to look at Jeff, out nymphets photo gallery forum of instinct, to search for some
sign, something, that would verify or deny the intentional or accidental
"Okay, one for one," Ray's dad said. "Next?"
Across the table, Jeff wore only an ordinary smile. Nothing there to
"This one," Tom said and handed over the box they had closed
earlier, before Ray's parents got home. Ray feigned guessing it's
contents, but quickly said, "Simple one. Game for the computer,"
and tore into it. Of course he was right; he already had played it with
Ray's eyes went back to Jeff, trying to find something there, something
revealing. There was nothing but a smile as Ryan slapped the back of
Brent's head in payback for the nad shot earlier.
"Two for two," Ray's dad stated.
"And the twins, next, cause I already know what Eric got," Ray
"How?" Eric demanded.
"Dude, I can read you like a book! I know exactly what's inside
that oversized box!" Ray stated. "Monopoly. He had it in
his bedroom last time we stayed over there and he thought he hid it in
time!" Ray shook each of the twins identical packages, listening to
the sounds they made as he felt the mass and weight. "Yea, too easy!
Models! Probably cars, and, probably Fords!" Opening them only
proved Ray was correct twice more. One was a fifties Ford pickup, the
other a sixty-five Mustang. "Cool! Thanks guys!"
Next was his parents gifts, a shirt with "I'm with dumbass" and an
upward pointing arrow, and a 50 pack of new CDRs. The first gift sent all
the boys into riots of laughter, with dares for Ray to wear it to school
"Cool gifts, everybody, thanks!" Ray said after verifying that
Eric's gift was a Monopoly board game and another FLASH-CLICK had occurred..
"One more," Tom said, handing over a CD sized package in white,
snowy Christmas paper.
"What? Two?" Ray teen nymphet videos asked, surprised.
"Yea, I thought I would surprise you this year," Tom offered,
passing over the package.
Surprise me? You always do! Ray thought silently, but said,
"Well, either a computer game or music cd," while opening the package.
"Hank Williams Junior?!?" Ray exclaimed, trying to seem as if he
didn't understand the gift.
"I saw what you keep in your footlocker!" Tom stated, laughing.
My footlocker!?! Ray worried. Tom! You wouldn't!
"Yup. I know what he keeps in that footlocker!" Tom exclaimed
to all the guests who had turned to Tom who was now the center of attention.
More than once one or another boy had tried to get Ray to open the big, blue
footlocker, asked, or at least little nud nymphets wondered what Ray kept in it. Ray never,
not once, ever opened his footlocker with anyone around.
"What?" came from at least five throats.
"Country music cds, and lots of them!"
Laughter rang out and Ray blushed. It wasn't rude laughter, or teasing,
or mean, it was good natured laughter, made even more evident as Eric yelled,
"Closet country case!"
"Closet country case!" the rest of the boys mimicked, all laughing.
Ray blushed deeper, laughed, and winked at Tom, who winked back, smiling
"We've heard you playing it, but we didn't think about buying you
any," his dad offered. "We didn't know who to buy anyway."
"I heard you singing to one of his songs, so, I little pearls nymphets
knew sexy nymphet free you liked his
stuff, and since that cd just came out, I didn't think you would have it,"
"I don't, and I wanted it, too!" Ray said. "Thanks, Tom,
a lot. Well, I guess I have to admit it and come out of the closet.
Guys, I'm a country fan!"
More riotous laughter nymphet toplist bbs followed. Ray noticed the looks his parents gave
each other, then himself. Maybe now would young nymphets poohnany be a good time to really come
out of the closet? No. Not now. Just let the party be a good,
fun one, I can tell them some other time. Maybe alone, one by one, he
thought. He saw Tom shrug and take a long drink of his soda, returning the
looks the other boys were aiming his way. Definitely not now. I have
to protect Tom. If I come out now, it would mess with him I think.
And I don't even want to risk it. No. Not today.
"Well, that leaves one last bit of unfinished business," Ray's dad
said. "If you will all follow me boys, mom will get Ray ready,"
he said gathering the boys into a group and leading them into the kitchen.
"What's this?" Ray asked as his mother put a blindfold over his
"Your dad and I have a surprise for you, just wait a minute while your
dad gets everything ready."
"What? What's going on?" Ray kept asking.
"You can keep asking, it won't do you any good," his mom warned
him. "You know, your dad and I almost lost it when they yelled
'closet country case'! I saw his eyes get wider than ever! And I
thought I was about to faint!"
"It was, sorta funny, and scary! Do you think I should tell
them?" nude nymphs gallery Ray asked, hoping for the best advice his mom ever gave him.
"Honey, I think you should do what feels right. But I don't think
right now is the best time, though. Enjoy your birthday party. ukrainian nymphet info Worry
about that tomorrow."
"Thanks, mom," Ray said. It was, as Ray hoped, some of the
best advice she ever gave him, sweet little nymphet
and she always gave great advice
His mom wrapped her arms around him from behind and hugged him tight.
"Love you too!" he said, returning the hug.
After a few more seconds his mom said, "Okay, let's go find out,"
and led the blindfolded Ray through the house.
Ray had seen everyone go through the kitchen door, so he knew he was being
led that way. He guessed by the steps and directions his mom led him they
were near the table. She stopped him there and spun him around.
"Mom!" Ray complained.
"Just wait," she said slowly.
Ray was turned around and didn't know what way his mom was leading him now.
He heard hushed voices and laughter, snickers and urgings to keep quiet.
What the hell? he wondered. It was colder, and smelled of gas and oil.
He was in the garage, he realized, at about the same time his mom pulled the
blindfold off. The garage lights switched on and Ray was facing a large,
black, shiny object. His eyes adjusted and he realized he was looking at
Tim Miller's van.
"Tim's van?" Ray asked.
"No, your van," his mom and dad said in unison.
"Happy birthday!" the boys all shouted together.
"My?....." Ray said weakly. "My, van? You bought
me Tim's van?!?" he cried, touching it. It was real, he could feel
the cold metal, the driver's window, the door handle. He could see the
black and red velvet interior through the tears welling in his eyes.
Ray's dad grabbed Ray's right hand, holding it at chest height.
"Yours," he said, dropping a set of keys little ukraine nymphetes
into Ray's hand.
"Uh, no way!" Ray said, "No, absolutely way!" he
went on, not even noticing the continued flashing of the camera. "I
never, not once, ever mentioned this van! preeteen nymphet pictures How could you know?" Ray
asked, looking into his father's face, feeling the tears start down his cheeks
and his face grow hot and red in embarrassment of crying in front of his closest
"Well, when you go out riding with your buds, and you stop and oogle
this van every time it goes by, your buddies notice!" he explained.
"They noticed, mentioned it to us, and we worked a deal with Tim and his
"But, he would never sell it!" Ray exclaimed.
"He had too," Ray's dad explained. "He lost his license
for three years for driving drunk, then drove again anyway. He lost it
indefinitely then, at least five years, and did a deal where he has to join the
army for three years or go to jail for five. He signed up and leaves
"The army for driving without a license?" Ray asked, knowing full
well that wasn't normal.
"He also had some other charges, I didn't ask. Ask Tom, he toplist nymphets nude was the
middle man on this deal," his dad said.
"Tom? You managed this?"
"Well, I mentioned it. The van, that is. Your parents asked
me to talk to him when they heard he was going away, man. I guess he had
open beers, grass, and, um, some other stuff, when underage underground nymphets
he was pulled over last
time," Tom finished.
"Wow, I didn't know he was such a, a..."
"Dumbass?" Eric offered.
"Rowdy partier, but, yea, dumb, too, I guess," Ray said, handling
the new keys he held with one hand and wiping his wet eyes with the other.
"Now, like I said earlier, you can give us rides, now!" Eric said.
"You knew, too?" Ray asked, incredulous.
"Yup. We all knew," Eric answered, beaming with pride at sex art nymphets having
kept such a secret, and so well.
"Tom here is probably a bit deeper in trouble, though. He met with
Tim this afternoon and directed him here. I guess he missed a couple
classes, but his parents said it was worth it, if you help him with his
schoolwork, that is," his dad said.
"So, I did nymphets dreams see you at the bookstore! That's what you were doing!
And that explains your wallet!"
"You found my wallet? I was afraid it was still out there under
the snow?" Tom answered.
"I've got it upstairs," Ray explained, turning to look again at his
new van. I don't freaking believe it! I got a car! And it's
THE VAN! He reached out and opened the driver's door. No lights came
on, as those lights were disconnected; one of many things half-done by Tim to
the van. I'll fix that no problem! Ray thought gleefully. young nymph porn And the
lights in back, and the headers, and the door latches and the side door, and all
the little things that needed real fixing. Tim tried, but just didn't have
the skills, patience or drive to finish any of the things he had started doing
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"Well, hop in," Ray's dad said, slapping his son on the shoulder.
"Why don't you all crawl in, and me and mom will go clean up inside.
I took the liberty of putting the ilegal young nymphets ice chest inside with some sodas and some
chips. Have a good time, but if that nymphet loita thing starts, you will be able to
vote before you touch it again!" his dad warned, smiling.
The whole crew of boys filed into the vehicle, pouring into it through all
the doors at the same time. Cries of "Cool!" and
"Awesome," and "Neat" emanating from the inside of the van.
"Serious, son, don't start it in here."
"I know, carbon monoxide and about a hundred other chemicals," Ray
"I don't know what, but, yea, no starting it. You can wait until
tomorrow and we can open the garage door and you free european nymphets can rev it up then, okay?"
"Yea, okay, don't worry. If I started it, you could easy hear it
inside, huh?" Ray said, wiping his teary eyes again.
"We are going to talk about that exhaust! We'll leave you alone
with your friends for a while, now. Their parents are picking them up in
just over an hour, so go have some fun in your van. If you boys come in
before their rides get here, your mom and I won't come out here, so you boys can
feel alone, okay?" Ray's dad said, hugging him one more time.
"And, happy birthday, son," he finished.
"Happy birthday, Ray," his mom said, wrapping him in a tight hug.
"Okay, mom, you'll make me cry again..." Ray said, sniffling
Both parents turned and started to leave, when his mom spoke up, "Oh, I
forgot!" and spun around, whipping the camera out and up and drawing a bead
on Ray like some Elven archer loading his bow and taking a shot.
"Got it! Another precious face for the album!" she said.
"Sorry, son," his father apologized, shrugging and leading his wife
back into the house.
Ray smiled after them, loving them, and turned to climb into his van.
"Dude, let's hear that stereo!" Eric piped up.
"Yea, and have a soda," Ryan said, handing one up.
"Wish we could smoke a doobie in here, to christen it!" Tom stated.
"Ya, right, my parents would smell nymphets nonudes it no problem!" Ray said,
"Yea, but they told you, uh, yea, never mind, duh," Tom said, after
remembering Ray didn't want anyone to know what his parents knew.
"Just have to wait until you get it on the streets," he added.
"Imagine the sex you could have on this funky bed!" Ryan said,
bouncing his butt on the curved, chez style bed filling the back quarter of the
van's interior as if fucking someone sitting tgp nymphet on his lap.
"Think of the sex child love nymphet xxx
that Tim Miller had on this funky bed!" Brent
"Ewwwwwwwwwww!" both boys said in unison, rolling off of it.
Don't get me started thinking about the sex Tim and I had on that bed! Ray
thought as he put the key in the ignition and turned it until it clicked.
He then turned on the radio and the sounds of AC/DC filled the van and the
"Man! He left his CDs in here!" Tom exclaimed upon opening
the compartment in the center of the engine cover. "Tons of them!
AC, Def, Metallica, Styx, uh, Ray, it's got a bow on it and your name," Tom
said, handing it over to him.
Ray stared at the CD in his hands. A blue bow, like for Christmas, was stuck
to the plastic wrapping, and the words "Happy Birthday, Ray. From
Tim" written in black magic marker.
"I didn't know he even liked you," Eric said surprised, as were all
"Yea, I guess he did, kinda," Ray answered. "At least,
he gave me some CDs to play in the stereo."
"It has a CD player?" Eric asked.
"Put it in?" Tom asked.
"Ewww! Styx is pussies," Brent declared. "Let the
radio go, he's got it on the best station and it's better than Styx, any
"It's not the radio, it's a CD, rich boy," Tom answered back.
Ray held onto the Styx CD, little pedo nymphets not quite knowing how to react. This CD was
a secret he and Tim shared. It meant something to the two of them that
wasn't anyone else's business. Ray didn't youngest nymphet pic
want to listen to Styx right
now, especially not this album. And even more especially not in front of
The boys chatted, laughed and had a great time for the next hour, sharing
Ray's thrill at being the first of The Circle to get a car. Not only a
car, but the cool, custom van of Tim Miller's. The boys wondered over the
sink in a van, and soon had figured out how the pump faucet worked after
locating the five gallon plastic tank in the cabinet under the sink. They
talked about how easy it would be to fix all the inside lights and get them
working again. How new wild nymphet boy seats, or at least covers, would go a long way in
improving the insides. How the black and red upholstery was cool.
Who would get the first ride and, of course, who would get the first ride in the
Ray knew that was going to come up sooner or later. He was glad that
the guys took it easy on him, or, at least, easier than his parents had done
earlier that day. Eric and the twins agreed that Marie, next door, would
probably be the first to use the bed with Ray.
"Hay! I don't think Marie is going to be the first, but that isn't
any of your business, anyway," Ray warned. "Besides, the way
Eric is humping the bed, he is going nonnude nymphet girls
to be the first, and it will be all
All the boys laughed, except the target of the joke, who blushed even more
violently than Tom and Jeff, sat up and said, "Ya, well, the way you and
Tom are going at it, he will be the first back here with you!"
Silence. The barrier had been broken. Eric had discussed the
forbidden. Ray and Tom, both in the front seats, silent; Jeff, Brent
and Ryan all making various, "ooooo!" noises followed by a few seconds
"Ain't nothing you didn't do, too!" Ray almost yelled at Eric, was
on the verge of doing so.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it," Eric said, downbeat.
"Not like we don't all know," Jeff replied in the following
"What?" Tom and Ray exclaimed simultaneously.
"I said, it's not like we don't all know, anyway," Jeff repeated,
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Ray could feel, not only hear, his heartbeat hammering in his chest. He
looked over at Tom, who was as red as anyone had ever seen him. Neither
boy knew what to say, or do, how to react to try to save any shred of nymphet daughter
Ray locked eyes with Tom, who looked as if he had just seen his own heart ripped
from his chest and devoured by some monstrous entity.
"But, forget it. I have the feeling Tom and Ray aren't doing
anything we've ain't done, at some time or another," Jeff finished.
More silence. Some nervous coughing.
"Hey, this is a party, not a funeral! So, who cares if Tom and Ray
are having some fun? I upskirt nymphet free pics know what you two get up to in that tree house in
your yard," Jeff said by way of shifting the topic and placing the marker
onto the offender.
"You don't know crap!" Brent declared defiantly.
"I know magazine nymphet sex
all about the notches, and the numbers," Jeff hinted.
Both twins snapped their head toward each other in nymphet hc surprise, mouths agape.
They had never looked more alike.
"Notches? Numbers? That sounds interesting," Eric said,
hoping to hear nymphet rape more.
"None of your business, carrot-top!" Brent said loudly.
"And none of our business, about Ray and Tom," Eric said, now
understanding where Jeff was going.
"So, just forget it," Jeff stated, placing his hand out for a group
swear. "What anyone does with anyone, is their business, and none of
any one else's," Jeff declared.
"Like then, like now, like always," all the boys swore.
Jeff started another line of discussion with, "And now, drunken nymphets I think there is
something we should tell Ray, about Friday's party..."
"ME!" nearly everyone screamed at once, startling Ray.
"I will! I reminded you all of it!" Jeff said, calming all
the other boys down. "Okay, Ray. Friday, for the party after
here? Well, there has been a change of plans. Well, it is going to
be nymphet nn
just The Circle, just us, after all."
Ray was unsure how to respond. He was glad to hear the nudist nymphet stories girls weren't
going to be there, but what about his other friends? There weren't a lot
of other friends, just a small hand full, but what about them? "But,
what about the other guys? I told them there would be a real party after
the one with the parents," Ray said.
"Man, don't worry, we thought of that." Tom explained, cutting Jeff
off. "See, were are going to have the party here in the house, then
we are going to move everyone here to the garage and the van. I already
mentioned it this afternoon to your parents and they thought it was a great
idea. They agreed not to even come out the door. But, they said no
beer and no crazy stuff. Then, when the party here winds down at ten, and
everyone else goes home, we've all got permission to stay the night, so we move
the party to the new location."
"Even Todd is staying all night. The whole Circle will meet after
the second party."
"And, Jeff has a speech for you. He won't tell us what, but I
guess I know part of it," Tom finished.
"And don't ask me anything about the speech! I do know what I want
to say, but I am working on how. And no, no hints, no guesses or
anything," Jeff stated firmly.
"So, what about after the van party?" Ray asked.
Tom took over again, saying, "We just changed the location. So, we
move the party, just The Circle members after everyone else has left, to the new
location. It's close, and we can get there on foot or bikes in a couple
minutes. Everyone's parents know we are with The Circle there, so it's as
usual to them. We will go party, do what we're gonna do, then come home
and crash before morning. Your parents still think we are going over to
Rob's uncle's house overnight, hell all our parents do, so I gave them the cell
phone number, for Jon's phone!" Tom said with a laugh. "He's been
answering in a deep voice all week in case they called to check with 'Rob's
uncle'," he finished in a reasonable baritone. "So, if anything
goes wrong at their houses, we won't be out of touch, so we won't get caught.
And if anyone has to be picked up right away, they can be here before their
parents even get in their car," Tom continued.
"And nobody's parents have called any of us for ages, so we don't even
expect that to be a prob, but just in case," Jeff added.
"Well, if you nymphetes top gave Jon's cell phone number to my parents, he has to be
around to tell us someone's euro nymphets parents called, so, Tom's garage?" Ray ventured
"Pfffffffffft!" Tom hissed. "As if! Come on, if
you are going art nude nymphets to guess, try better than that! And no one answer!" Tom
warned the rest of the boys. "Let him hire Sherlock Holmes!"
Great, now no one will say shit! Ray thought. Okay, fine, I won't
guess. Close, only a couple minutes walk or ride, Jon will be there, we
can stay overnight, no adults, they can smoke and there'll be liquor? So
few choices. "Okay, so everyone else will be here for the parent's
party and the van party, but just The Circle for the late party at this mysterious
location,?" Ray asked, waving his hands and wavering his voice as he
said 'mysterious location', like some old horror flick.
"Right. And we will each give you one clue, to have some
fun with your head! You ask each one of us one question that does not
require actually telling you the location, get it?" Jeff said.
"Okay, I think so. This is wild! Great idea guys!" Ray
laughed. "Okay, so, who do I start with?"
"Me," Jeff said. "Because this very young nymphet pics game was my idea.
So ask one and Tom is next."
"Okay. How many blocks away is it?"
"Bad question. Gives away too much," Jeff declared.
"Fuck. Fine. Ummm, have I been there before?"
Jeff looked to Tom and the rest of the boys for confirmation it was a good
question. All nodded. "Yes. little nymphets pantyhose Tom is next."
"Okay, Tom. Have I been there with you?"
"Yes," Tom answered, as it gave little more information and did not
hint at the actual location. "Eric."
"Okay, E, have I been there before with you?"
Eric immediately looked to Jeff then Tom for permission. "Is that
the same question?" he asked them.
Both shrugged before Jeff said it was fine.
"No." Eric answered. He waited before realizing he had to
assign the next person. "Oh! Brent!" he said, pointing.
"Okay, uhhh, I've been nowhere the same with you guys, I don't, OH!
Have I been there with you?"
"Uh-uh! And do I have to tell you Ryan is next?"
"Nope, and not the same question for you. So, ummm, is it a house
or something else?"
"Don't answer that!" Jeff declared. "One question, no
multiples," he warned.
"Gotch'ya. Is it someone's house?"
Silence. Ray stared at the floor about a foot away from his feet.
"We can get there in a couple minutes by foot or bike, someone's house
we can stay the night at, we can smoke grass there, there will be beer and some
other stuff, been there with Jeff and Tom but not Eric or the twins, I've been
"Right on all counts," Jeff answered.
Ray hadn't realized he had spoken the list as he arranged it in his head.
"Damn, not getting anything yet," nymphets underages he said purposely.
"You might, yet. Think on it," Jeff suggested.
Oh, I will, damn it! Ray thought. "Okay, I'll let ya's
"Your parents are being cool letting us have the party in the garage and
then going out. We don't want to push them and not be back by late
morning. You got great 'rents, dude," Jeff said.
"You have no idea!" Tom declared before Ray could agree with Jeff's
True to their word, Ray's parents never came in, but did knock loudly and
open the kitchen door to shout over the music that Jeff's mom was here to pick
him up. Jeff climbed out and came around to the driver's window, motioning
to Ray to lean out.
"Your mom is probably having some coffee, you don't have nymphets top bbs
"Ray, I'll see you Friday, right after school. I'll be here as
soon as I can, you be home then?"
"Yea, I'll be home," Ray said. "Tom will be here too,
"Yea, sure, fine. I've got something to say russian nymphet portals to you Friday night.
It's gonna be hard, and all, but, yea, the guys all have to hear some of it,
too," Jeff said, looking down at his shoes.
"What?" Ray asked, now quite worried.
"Don't sweat it. Just something. You'll see," Jeff
said, looking now into Ray's face and eyes.
Those beautiful, blue eyes, Ray thought, once again staring into them, the
first time in a very long seeming time. Gawd, I've missed those eyes, Ray
thought. Why do I have to be such a fag? "Gee, now I'm not
worried, at all!"
"You'll see, just wait. Gotta go, see ya," he said softly,
then more loudly to be heard over the strains of Santana, "Bye guys, see ya
The rest of the boys all called out their amateur lola nymphets goodnights as Ray watched Jeff walk
toward the doorway. He's so damned, fucking, adorable, Ray thought.
Full butt, wide shoulders, big smile and big, soft, round, full lips, bright
green eyes, sandy-blond hair, fair skin, strong, tall, sweet...is he loosing
Ray shook his head as Jeff closed the door and returned to his buddies.
They all left, Eric next, the twins following shortly, but not after an offhand
remark about leaving the 'two love-birds alone'.
"See, that's why I don't wanna do it," Tom explained when it was
just the two of them. "Bad enough they tease us about it, now I know
they know," he continued.
"I, yea, they do," Ray admitted. Each one of the boys who had
just left had done something at some time or another with Ray. Some more
than others, some a few times, others quite a few times. One, literally,
had fled, screaming into the night from it.
"It's not that I don't like it, man, I really do! And I want to do
it. I just, don't want to confuse it with girls," Tom tried to
explain. "And I don't want what they tease us about to be real.
I guess it already is, sorta, but, not really. And I don't want it to.
Is that okay? Do I make any sense?"
"It's okay with me. I don't want them to make fun of me, either.
I think I'm going to tell them, soon, anyway" Ray said sadly.
"Maybe, Friday. Jeff, I guess, said, he has something, important,
to say then, too. sweet top nymphets
So, I think I will tell the guys, if there is a chance.
And don't worry, I will keep you out of it, make it clear you aren't my
boyfriend and there ain't nothin' going on, ya know?"
"Yea. Thanks. Hey, man, Jeff, about that, I know what he's
going to say, and I promised to not say anything. I guess, lucky, I never
swore to it. He never asked me too, either. So, I guess I can, I
should, tell you, man."
"No. He mentioned it and said to not worry, so I won't. He
didn't want to tell me, so I don't want you to tell me," Ray said.
"It's okay. He didn't tell you because he didn't want you to think
on that instead of your party, Ray."
"Is that all?" Ray asked, wanting to know, but not if Jeff didn't
want him to know for some other reason.
"Yea, I'm sure. Look, Jeff, he wants to tell us all, and I found
out from Todd, that they're moving."
"They're moving to Atlanta, end of the school year. His dad's been
down there all year, underage little nymphets you know, and his job offered him more money and a
promotion to stay there. His mom told them last month," Tom
"Last month?" Ray asked, suddenly making more sense of what
occurred that bizarre night with Jeff, as another piece of the puzzle fell into
"I thought that might be why he went home that night. He told you
and you guys fought or something."
"Oh. I bet he was going to tell me, I know he was, now! And,
I, GAWD, I'M SO FUCKING STUPID!" Ray yelled, pounding the steering wheel.
"What?" Tom jumped. He had not seen Ray have a temper
outburst in a long time. Ray wasn't the type.
"What I did! I wouldn't let him tell me until after, never mind!
I just put him off, and instead tried to rape him!"
Tom was confused. Ray had told him, had in fact pulled the Ice Bridge
stunt with him; he knew what Ray meant by trying to rape him. "But,
why would that make any difference? His knowing he was going to move and
"It's, just say, probably was, well, never mind. I understand, I
think, now, " Ray said.
"See how much trouble sex is?" Tom warned.
"Yea, well, trust me, it's no different with girls!" Ray warned
"And how would you know, oh great fairy?" Tom asked, smiling,
meaning no harm.
"Because I've seen it, and heard all about it, and trust me, there's no
difference," Ray said, seriously enough to convince Tom he knew it for a
fact. "Haven't you seen it with Jon? Carol drove him fucking
nuts! And he loved it. Then, well, you remember."
"Great..." Tom said, seemingly depressed. "Well, anyway,
we need to act more, I don't know, more something around people."
"Less something. Less faggy."
"Yea, less faggy. Sorry," he added.
Ray jumped over the engine cover and acted like he was going to punch Tom.
Tom bunched up his fists and made defensive motions with them.
"If you apologize one more time for using faggy, gay or something, I'm
gonna kick your ass!" Ray said, smiling and laughing.
"Well, if you weren't a poof, I wouldn't have to apologize for
you!" Tom shot back, taking a punch at Ray's extended shoulder.
"Well, if you weren't so cute, I wouldn't have the hots for you!"
The mock fight ended shortly thereafter, when Ray's dad knocked and said
through the closed door, "Almost ten. I think Tom should be heading
"Okay!" Ray shouted back. "See you after school
tomorrow," he said, tousling Tom's hair roughly.
"Notice something?" Tom asked, nodding toward the still closed door
to the house as he opened the van door to get out.
"What?" Ray said, looking where Tom had indicated, but seeing
"The door. He didn't open it. He shouted through it, never
opened it," Tom explained.
"So?" Ray asked, not understanding. For one second. Suddenly,
meaning dawned on him. He looked back at Tom, back at the door, back at
Tom. "You fucking noticed. You notice, like everything, don't
ya? Do you really think he thought we were, uh, you know?"
"Ya. I see russian young nymphet pics free little nymphets a ton of stuff. Stuff most people just don't
notice, all the time. And I don't know, but he didn't open the door, did
he?" Tom answered.
"He did open it other natural nymphets toplist times, didn't he?" Ray asked quietly, looking
at the door. nymphet girls blog
He swung he head to look at Tom and said, "So, you
noticed me looking at the van? And this," nodding toward the door.
"And what else?"
"That Jeff still draws your eyes like magnets. And Eric. In
fact, all of us. And you look like you know what's under the clothes, like
"Wow. I'm obvious, ain't I?" Ray asked.
"No, you're not. Really. Berry is," Tom said quietly.
"Berry. Marie's last boyfriend? He's obvious..." Tom
"What? But, he like fucked Marie and blabbed all over school about
it. And he's always got a girl!"
"Yes, he did, didn't he? Made sure everyone knew about it, too,
didn't he? And he only did it once with her. And he always has a
chubbie nymphets porn pics in the showers, and he checks guys out, and he spends a lot of weekend
nights at home with Larry Sanders. And Larry spends a lot of time at his house
when Berry's parents are out of town. Just them. No parties, no
crowds, no team mates. Just them," Tom finished.
"How the hell do you know?" Ray asked. "Been
keeping an eye on him?"
"Since he started dating Marie. I like her too, but I didn't like
him. And Berry's house is on our way to school. If you just looked,
you would have seen the same things when we rode past, or on weekends when we
went to the mall or parks. We go past all the time."
"Jeezus. You should be a detective! You are Sherlock
Holmes! Why don't you have good grades, Tom?"
"You know I hate school. And the classes. And just sitting
there! Like a prison! I can do the stuff they teach me, I just little nymphets tgp
the tests. And the way the treat us. I hate it all," Tom said
with some anger in his voice.
"Wow, dude, I know you hate school, but, not that much. Just do
better on tests and up your grades a bit. At least so you don't get in
trouble for today! What classes you miss to pull this off?"
"English and History. No biggie. I can almost ace the tests
if I wanna. Won't be any problems because of today."
"History? Don't you have Higgs for History?"
"Yup, same as you. I got it ninth," Tom said dryly.
"Cool!" Ray exclaimed.
"I gotta help Higgs with his ninth period class a couple days to make up
for skipping eighth period today!"
"Hey! So, you can tutor me some and explain my improving
"Yea. And we can leave school together!"
They shared a quick high five when Tom realized, "You skipped
eighth? No wonder you saw me at the bookstore!"
A knock came on the still closed africa little nymphets model door and Ray smiled conspiratorially,
motioning for silence and stealth. free young nymphets gallery
He backdoor little nymphets opened the van door and waved Tom to
follow as he hopped quietly to the door. He halted at the door as Tom
arrived, and just after his dad finished saying...
"Tom, Ray, time for Tom to go home, it's ten o'clock and his mom just
called. I don't want her to have to call tw..."
Ray whipped the door open.
"Okay, just coming. I'll turn off the radio, Tom. And your
wallet is on my bed. I'll meet you upstairs and you can go home," he
said, waving Tom through the open door. "Just be a sec, dad,"
Ray said to his fathers upraised eyebrows.
Ray went back to the van, turned off the radio and pulled the keys out of the
ignition. He noticed the secret compartment, and since the guys were all
gone, he checked it then. Cool, wonder what he left in there, probably
nothing, Ray thought absently as he opened the hidden latch. Inside was a
sheet of writing paper. There was some writing on one side, obviously
Tim's, judging by the sloppiness and the spelling.
Back at the door, his dad asked, "What is it son?"
"Just looking around," Ray said crumpling the paper and closing the
compartment. His dad couldn't have seen what he was doing, the compartment was
behind the driver's seat, out of his line of sight. He held the crumpled
note in his hand until very young sweet nymphets his dad was looking the other way and then pocketed it as
he entered the kitchen.
Ray ran upstairs and joined Tom in his room where his gifts had been piled on
his bed by his parents.
"So, I guess this was one of the things on your mind when you thought
there was a surprise party waiting inside?" Tom said, hefting his wallet.
"It was curiouser and couriouser," Ray intoned. "Your
wallet naturals nymphets nude
in the drive, strange tracks in nice nymphet
the snow, footprints all around the door,
I mean, come on!" he said as he examined some of the items on the bed.
"Yea, I was wondering what you would notice and not notice. I
stayed in front so I wouldn't have any ideas and couldn't give anything away.
If I had been behind you, you wouldn't have gotten my wallet this nymphet whore
But I would have seen if you noticed all the marks. I thought about that
when I left your house to meet you at the store."
"Pretty slick, pulling all this off," Ray said sidling up to Tom
"And, thanks, for everything! You were part of the best surprises.
The van, the job, the books, thanks!" he said.
"Yea, well, man, just don't get all mushy on me," Tom said,
"Actually, I'm gettin' all hard on you, here," Ray said, now
blushing as well, his fingertips in his pockets.
"Really? Let's see about that," Tom said, putting his wallet
away and walking up to Ray. He reached out with his left hand and cupped
the groin of Ray's jeans. After a quick verification, he said, "You
are. And I really wish I could give you a good time on your real
birthday," he said, still holding a handful of Ray.
The day's roller coaster of emotions continued to give Ray a ride and he
said, "Dude, and you say you want to stop!"
"I do, but not cold. I don't want withdrawls!" he said,
laughing. "We will have to stop when I start doing this with
Helen," Tom declared.
"What? Cupping her balls?" he laughed, then continued,
"Ya, sure, you said that like two years ago when we started doing this
stuff!" Ray put a reciprocating hand on Tom's groin, finding that Tom
wasn't as excited as he was.
"Ya, but, I asked her, and she said ya, and, serious, we're going out
after I petite nymphete get my license," Tom revealed, removing his hand from Ray's crotch.
"Oh, fuck, cool!" Ray was really glad for Tom. He had come to
terms with the fact that soon, he and Tom would no longer be playing around in
their special way. They had spent two years, little child nymphet almost, exploring, learning,
teaching, experimenting with each other. They had done everything they
could come up with together. Most things they did regularly. It had
been a great ride, Ray concluded, as he gave a quick squeeze and release of
"Dude, thanks for the best birthday ever!"
"Well, if we had time I would make it even better," Tom said.
"I still can't get over your parents, earlier!"
"I know! And I don't have to worry about it with them anymore,
like with you all this time!" Ray exclaimed, overjoyed.
"Don't let the water-works start in again," Tom advised, hugging
Ray close. "Happy birthday, Ray"
"Thanks, Tom. You're the best friend any guy has ever had,"
Ray said, hugging Tom close.
"And you're the best gay friend a guy ever had."
"You better go home before you get into trouble!"
The two boys broke the hug and left Ray's bedroom, heading downstairs to the
front door where Ray closed and locked nymphets videos free the door behind his buddy. He stood
there for a few seconds, smiling to himself, feeling sucking nymphets his emotions as they
settled down from the events of the day.
Now I know Tom is capable of quite devious thoughts as well as actions, Ray
thought. He broke many of my beliefs that I knew him intimately, totally and
completely. Turns out, I missed a huge part of Tom's character.
Several, in fact. Wonder what else I'm missing in him, and other people?
As Ray turned to go up the stairs and to his room he paused, instead walking
down the hall past the stairs and around to his parent's bedroom door. It
was open, his mom sitting in bed with a book, his dad coming out of the
"You know, I told my friends tonight that I'm richer than
any of the rich kids at school. I got the best parents, the best friends
and the best life of anyone I know," he declared, trying not to cry.
He wanted cute young nymphets
to be more adult than that, not their little kid, but their young man.
"I wanted to say thanks, again, for the van. And about Tom, and the
grass, and trusting me, and not treating me like some stupid kid."
"We still don't know what we did to get you, Ray. You're
already smarter in school than we ever were, you were special when you started
school and got mad at how stupid the books were. You were special when you
proved more adult at your age than we were at yours. And you surprise us
from time to time, too. And we love you, gay, straight or somewhere in
between. Just as long as you know what makes you happy and you go for
it," his dad said to him.
"Thanks. For the party, the van, everything," Ray said,
holding back sniffles.
"Love you, Ray," his mom said, blowing a kiss like she did for
"Good night, love you guys," Ray said, closing the door.
Upstairs, getting ready for bed, Ray was aglow with the weight of so much
secrecy and stress removed from his life, stresses he didn't even realize were
crushing down on him.
What an awesome day! I'm sixteen! And my parents knew about me!
And Tom. They were okay with it. His parent knew he was gay and they
were okay with it! They knew he smoked grass, and they were okay with it.
They trusted him. They believed in him. They loved him.
Nothing else mattered.
He felt as light and free as he could ever free pictures nymphets remember feeling. As if no
bad thing could tarnish him, could rise high enough to even touch him. He
felt as if a jerk-off would seem an anti-climax; a sad attempt to improve a
perfect day. He was too tired anyway, and besides, it will be all the
better for the waiting, he knew.
Things were too perfect, he thought, as he undressed and got ready to crawl
into bed. He heard the paper crinkling in his pants pocket and remembered
the note from the secret compartment in the van. He pulled the page from
the pocket, un-crumpled it and began reading:
Thanks for advice and nice doing busines with you. I
told Billy to give you good deals he will be taking
over. Tell him I said thirty bucks and not a lovely nymphets nacked penny more
unless it was really kick ass stuff. I told him if he
coses you troble I will kick his ass nymphets 13 years for you. Take care
of my van or I will kick you ass! Im glad to sell
it if you get it. See you in a few years.
If I get back into busines I hope you will still be my
favorite custamer and I want a ride in your van some
Tim Miller had pretty much said he liked the things he and Ray did in the
back of his van, and hinting strongly he would want a repeat when he got back,
again in the van. And he had bought a copy of the CD they had listened to
that first night, making a gift of it and about a dozen other CDs, all of which
they had played as Ray paid. Wow, and I thought Tim was only desperate for
sex! he realized. He really liked it.
And Billy would be supplying his grass from now on. That was better
than Keith. Ray hated Keith. Keith always had a smirk and snide
comments for Ray, almost as if Tim had told him how Ray paid for the almost
weekly baggies of pot. And Keith was scary, like an ex-con, or a murderer
in the making. Billy was cool and treated Ray like a younger kid, but at
least it was in a friendly way. And Billy was probably the most honest of
And the cutest, Ray thought. I wonder if I could make the same
arrangement 12yo nymphettes with Billy? Naw. Though Billy didn't have a
girlfriend... Naw, no way. Billy would never go for that! That
is why Tim mentioned the thirty bucks in the letter. Better not scare off
your dope dealer, Ray chided himself.
That led to another set of thoughts firing off in Ray's mind, that Jeff
didn't hate him and was coming back for Friday for sure. And they were
buds again! Another weight off Ray's back. Then another weight
slammed down on him to replace it. Jeff was moving! When?!?
I don't know when! Or where! Alabama? Shit! Georgia?
Damn it, how could I forget? Tomorrow! I'll find out tomorrow at
school, from someone, something. All of it by lunch. Moving!
Tomorrow! He had to work in the bookstore after school! His first
day! He was looking forward to it. And he had to help Mr. Higgs in
his ninth period class next week. Tom's class. That could be cool!
Now his mind raced with the fact that the whole Circle was onto Ray and Tom.
Nothing to do about that, now, Ray figured. It was so embarrassing, but
what could he do? He had been with all of them in the past, and would do
it with any or all of them again if they wanted or he could talk them into it.
He liked it the most obviously. He had to tell them he was gay. It
felt like he was lying to them, not telling them. He wanted to feel that
same relief he felt after his parents' talk earlier today. That same sense
of pressure relieved, of openness and cleanness.
Tom had pointed out the fact that dad probably thought the two
of them were 'busy' in the van! Surprised dad, though, with Tom's help!
Damned doors! Ray thought. Keeps coming back to doors. One
door closes, another opens. undergroundnymphets Doors, doors and doors. It kept coming
around to doors. Especially that long Saturday, that first day of sexual
playing with Tommy. Damn, I haven't called him Tommy in years. Not since
Ray reflected on the apparent fact that it only took him and Tom
some 24 hours to get caught by his parents, twice, because of doors.
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