“…Chris?”
“What?” he asked licking the back of my neck. “What are you doin over here?” Chris questioned. Indian hot sex “What did you wanna do?” I asked. Jason and I sat close, close enough for our thighs to be touching, close enough to hear each others’ loud pulses. Do you wanna fuckin gold medal?” Jason replied sarcastically. “Came to see Brandon,” Jason said. He handed me one and tossed one over to Chris, who caught the can in one hand and popped the lid open with the other. Everybody out. Jason and I sat close, close enough for our thighs to be touching, close enough to hear each others’ loud pulses. For a freshman boy who was probably only fifteen, had an amazingly deep voice, tall and dark-haired, with an incredibly muscular body shape and the confidence of a dude who was a freshman in college, not high school. I felt goose bumps pop up all over my body. Jason leaned back on the couch. “B, I asked you whose car is this in your driveway?” Even from the kitchen I could hear the loud music from Chris’ truck clearly. I can tell. His hand dug inside of my jeans and found my hardening dick.
