I’m fifteen years old and this is my house. “Uh,” I say and pull away. Amateur porn I rush to the back of the house and through the garage until I hit the back yard. Then I hear a rip and fall. The other hand reaches and grabs Roger’s. “So, Roger, how did you manage to come here? “Wait,” I yell back at him. I look over at him. I inch my way forward to see who’s there and see the tips of toes. “Whoa,” he says and stumbles back. Instead, he walks forward and slides down to sit besides me. “So, Roger, how did you manage to come here? “No!”
“You sure?”
“I’m not gay, Colin.”
“Then why the hell are you staring at my cock?”
“Because there’s nothing better to stare at,” he answers, chest suddenly rising and falling like he’s out of breath. In my peripheral vision, I see his eyes eyeing my shorts. Inside my pants, my cock continues to throb. “What are you,” he starts to say but falls quiet. And for the first time today, I’m venturing into a part of sexuality that I never even imagined. The pool party was still raging on as the afternoon settled into an unforgivable fit of heat. He holds his hands in his pockets and stares at the earth. For at least a minute, almost
