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Subject: boys of summer - part 11Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:1) If reading this is in any way illegal where you are or at your age, or
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from those who are unfamiliar with my other stories, they're called "Brian
and Tommy", "Thieves", "JC's Hitchhiker", "Tangle", and "Rebound", and they
can all be found in the Boybands section, which is a subset of the
Celebrity section of the Nifty archive, for those of you who have not been
there.***I hadn't thought I was so tired, and I really wasn't the kind of guy who
came and passed out like men were usually so famous for doing, but somehow,
sprawled out on the bed with Casey, both of us covered with a thin sheen of
sweat, smeared with cum and saliva, when I closed preteen lolita
my eyes I dropped right
off to sleep. I hadn't slept well the night before, what with my brain
rerunning everything that had happened against the refrigerator and trying
to figure out what was going on in my head and my heart and my life the
rest of the time, but now, panting, exhausted, watching the sun go down out
the windows and turning the bedroom a gauzy crimson as the slight burned
through the drifting curtains, I felt so relaxed and content. As I lay back
on the bed, naked, spent, with Casey's strong arms wrapped around me and
his mouth gently nuzzling at my neck, kissing lightly while he lolitas fuck vulvas peludas
made little
sighing noises of contentment, I felt extremely safe and comfortable, and
even though I wasn't drowsy I couldn't keep my eyes open.I didn't have any dreams, nightmares or wet dreams or anything else. It was
like no time at all passed between when I closed my eyes and when I opened
them again.It wasn't just that I felt safe. Who wouldn't, alone in a bedroom with a
man who was basically just a pile of warm muscles? It wasn't fair to think
of Casey that way, though. He wasn't just a hot guy, or a good fuck, or
whatever else it was that I was supposed to be thinking. He was kind. He
knew I was afraid to take what I wanted, to do the kinds of things I
thought about, so he gave himself to me. He'd surrendered completely,
guiding me a little, but allowing me to do whatever I wanted, to touch his
body wherever and however I chose. He'd trusted me, even though he barely
knew me, and because of that, I now felt totally at ease with him. I wasn't
afraid of the things I wanted, or of what my family would think, or of
anything else that had kept me tossing and turning all night.Instead, I felt like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.The room was darker when I opened my eyes, the sun finally gone down behind
the horizon. I stretched, catlike, squinting and yawning, taking a second
to child models lolita nymph
remember where I was and why I was naked without even a blanket on top
of me. There was one light in the room, a small lamp on top of the dresser,
and as I looked toward its glow I saw Casey, half inside the cone lolita teens little ladies of light
and half in shadow, folded up on the chair his jacket had been sitting on
earlier. I didn't know how he'd gotten out of bed without waking me, since
I had drifted off with him draped over me and our legs entwined, but here
he was now, turned sideways in the chair, his back against the arm and lolitas naked young model his
legs folded evil top lolita pic
up, bent, shielding his penis and balls from my view. Mine, on
the other hand, was just hanging right out there, dangling between my legs,
and I blushed, feeling it wash over my entire body."Don't, please," he said as I reached for a pillow, wanting to cover
myself, and I paused.His dark eyes twinkled in the light from the lamp, glistening beneath a
fall of his hair, the strands hanging like stripes down his face, their
shadows amplified by the bulb that was almost directly over his
shoulder. He reached up to push his hair back, and as soon as he did a lock
fell forward, defiantly, back down over his forehead. I let my eyes drift
over him, taking in his folded body in profile, the dark hair peeking out
from under his arms, the smooth legs that made me think of animals, of
flanks, folded and full of strength, waiting to send him kicking across a
field or through a stream like some sort of wild thing. He seemed almost
leonine, with the mane of hair and the muscles and the way every movement
was graceful and precise. At the same time, he was soft, like a cat, his
skin smooth and warm, and, of course, there was the way he used his tongue."Hi," I said, not covering up.I wanted to. I wasn't the same kind of person he was, didn't have the same
kind of body. I was long, and thin, and even though my hair was growing
back in for the summer I was, for the most part, practically hairless. I
had muscles, underage teen lolita guestbook but not like his, not the bulging hard curves and thick
sinews. If he was a lion, I was a dolphin, smooth and sleek and
streamlined. Even though I was pretty comfortable showing my body, under
the right circumstances anyway, like competing in a meet in front of
hundreds of people wearing a little tiny suit that left nothing to the
imagination, in other circumstances I was pretty shy. I could feel my
chest blushing, and maybe even my arms, redness flooding down from my face
and my neck, but he'd asked me not to cover up, not to reach lolita loli pics sites for that
pillow, so I didn't."Hi," he answered, smiling.Casey's smiles weren't like mine, or Sam's, or anyone else's that I knew.
Sam grinned, full out, with all his teeth hanging out like Carly Simon or
Mr. Ed, all pearly whites and lips peeled back, reckless abandon
telegraphed by mouth. My smile, on the other hand, was less exuberant. I
flashed teeth, but not all of them, not at once. I didn't grin like a jack
o' lantern. I was happy, but I was still reserved. Sam was wide open, I was
halfway there, and Casey? He never showed teeth. I'd seen him smile like me
maybe three or four times, only when he was very amused and very
comfortable. He'd never done it when someone else was around, not once
during the party or either of the times Sam had been with us, but he had
done it when it was just him and me. The rest of the time it was a thin,
curling at the corners of the lips, no teeth sort of affair. He was happy,
or amused, or even just content, but his smile was guarded. There was
something there, something I didn't know among all the other things, but
for a second it was something I was afraid of. He was so strong, so
confident, and I couldn't imagine what was capable of hurting him, of
leaving him unwilling or unable to let down that wall. What did he think
was going to happen, and what had happened before?"Why can't I cover up?" I asked.I propped my russian little pussy lolitas head up with my hand, bending my arm and digging my elbow into
the bed. I wanted to put my eyes on the same level as his, turn them in the
same direction, so that I could see him better. I wanted to get a read for
what he was feeling, what he was thinking. I felt lost for a second,
adrift. While I was content to lay on this bed and stare at him all night,
letting him stare at me, at the same time I didn't know what we were
supposed to do now. I was right back where I'd been last night, confused
and uncertain, unsure of what he and I were supposed to say to each other,
what we were supposed to do, where we went from here, and I needed to see
him, to feel like he was here with me. He'd guided me today, lolita goth model nude
picked me up
when I'd floundered, and I needed to feel like he was still doing that,
like he knew, in some way, where we were going, even if it was just a
general direction."Because you're beautiful like that," he answered simply, and I wanted to
melt into the bed.No one had ever talked to me that way. I'd had girls tell me I was hot. Sam
told me I was good looking. My mom said I was a catch, but beautiful? Guys
didn't use words like that. Hell, no one used words like that when they
talked about me. I felt my blush get even stronger, right when it had
started to fade. I was soft right now, which seemed completely out of place
to me since it was the first time I'd ever been around him without getting
stiff. What we were doing now, even though we were both naked and I was
lying on a bed that still smelled faintly of our sweat and our sex, didn't
feel sexual. That simmering tension between us all the other times we got
anywhere near each other, that crackling feeling of anticipation and
possibility that I felt this afternoon when I walked through his top list lolita sex door,
wasn't here right now. Instead there was just a warm feeling of
togetherness. I'd heard of afterglow, but could it really last for hours?What time was it, anyway?"You have no idea how you really look, do you?" he asked, shifting in the
chair a little. I could see the side of his torso, the abs crunched, the
ladder of his ribs, one nipple in profile as his arms rested on top of his
knees. "I tell you you're beautiful, and you blush, but I was watching you
sleep, Nate. I've been watching you for hours, listening to you breath,
watching your chest rise and fall, looking at your body and your face and
your skin. You're so smooth, it makes me want to touch you. It makes me
want to run my hands all over you. I can't believe you haven't done
anything like this before, haven't given yourself to anyone, because I
can't believe people look at you and keep themselves from touching you. I
can't believe that anyone could listen to you, to the way you talk and the
things you say and that giggle of yours, the one you make half under your
breath like you don't even know you're doing it, and not want tiny lolita non nude to be with
you, and you act like it's a surprise.""Casey, I'm not," I began, thinking of what he'd just said. I didn't really
come up with anything, blushing again. "Jesus.""Is it tiny little lola sluts
too much?" he asked. I wondered why he was still in a chair when I
was over here. Granted, we'd already done this, but I was starting to
feel, looking at him, like I might be ready to do something again. "I
didn't mean to embarrass you. I've just been thinking about it while I've
been watching you. You look so calm when you're sleeping, so peaceful. It's
the same look you had on your face when I saw you in the pool. It's like
you're completely shut down, drawn into yourself, and I was wondering what
it was like to be in there with you. What do you think about when you're in
the pool?""When I'm doing it right?" I asked, and he shrugged. I don't think he knew
what I meant, but that was ok. "Nothing. When I'm doing it right it's just
me, and the water. If defloration lolita free samples
I'm in my zone, nothing else exists, nobody can touch
me and nobody can bother me. All little hot lolitas galleries I have is breathing and kicking and
keeping the little wet lolita pussy pace, and that's all I need."Casey nodded, looking thoughtful. He was still watching me, but I didn't
think he was really seeing me. His eyes seemed to have turned inward, fixed
at a point somewhere near my knees, not moving."I know what that's like," he said quietly. 12yr old lolita videos
"I remember how that felt.""You swam?" I asked, surprised. He was pretty built for a swimmer, almost
too large, and I'd never seen him in the pool. I was also pretty intrigued
to hear him mention his past. At this point I wanted to know teen video lolita girls anything I
could about him, because I was still so fixated on him, so infatuated with
him, that I had to know where he came from and how he got here. I was like
a mouse following crumbs, waiting eagerly for him to toss me the next one."No, baseball," he answered, shy lolita bbs toplist his voice still low. When he spoke to me this
quietly the other time his voice had been husky, sexual, but now it was
just soft and hollow sounding, like he didn't even realize he was
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