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A long, hot summer

... the back of my mouth, and as each pulse of his cock seemed to travel down its length to the tip, I felt a thick hot spurt in the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly and tried to give him the same pleasure he had given me. Afterwards we lay there side by side comparing notes on what worked the best in our still limited experience. Soon we were hard again and eager to improve, so we lay in a sixty-nine and worked each other to two more climaxes. The last time I managed to take him all the way into my throat and milked him with my mouth as his pubic hairs rubbed my nose raw; as he drained into me, he moaned, “You did it, oh God, don’t stop.” After I lay back with a sore jaw, he returned the favor and managed to pleasure me with his throat. The next three days passed the same way: My father left for work at 8:30, and at 9:30 Harry came through the driveway gate to meet me in the cottage. We would pleasure each other until noon, when he had to go get ready for work. That weekend he would be going to stay with his father, however, so Friday we had an extravaganza; instead of our usual three orgasms each, we sought to give each other as many orgasms as we could. We spent three hours in a perpetual 69 cognizant of nothing but our spasming cocks, and he finally left after each of us had come five times. That Saturday my father had to work. After he left, I wandered out to the back yard. Suddenly I heard our neighbor, Ms. Gilbert, call my name. I walked over to the low fence ...

... separating our lots; while the fence around the rest of our lot and hers was so high no one could peek over it, only a chest-high railing separated our driveway from hers. “Come inside, Bill,” she said, “I need to talk to you.” Figuring she wanted some chores done, I walked through her back door into the utility room and then her kitchen. She was a widow in her mid-30s whom all the boys in the neighborhood had had the hots for for a while, with jet-black fluffy hair, flawless cream-white skin, and brown eyes; seeing the way her modest robe swelled pleasingly over her full breasts put me in mind of the pictorials we’d pleasured ourselves to that week. She smiled and said, “Please, have a seat. We need to talk.” I sat and she poured me some coffee and sat down facing me. After a few seconds she said, “I’ll just come out and say it. I saw you and Harry yesterday. I noticed you two were spending all morning there last week, so I went over to see what was going on. I didn’t want to bother you two, but I saw what you two were doing, lying on the floor sucking each other off.” I sat there in silence, knowing I was blushing like a turnip, and she continued, “I won’t tell anyone. It’s our secret. But that’s dangerous. Someone could see you two, someone who’s not like me, and it could ruin your future even if you don’t get beaten.” I nodded and she added, “So you two can come over here whenever you need to have sex with each other.” I stared at her and she said, “It’s no problem. My brother’s ...