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Daniel Meets Geschichte

Posted by: Simon - 12-28-2025, 08:08 PM - Replies (28)

"You look just like Pop," I smiled as B and I shook hands with Sydney. Arrivals hall of the international airport. "Are you really twins? I can't tell." You're separating from me... only you're not wearing a towel. Are you sure you're not Dad? I don't get it. My father was at the airport in Miami to see me off. How the hell did that work out? "You're here before me?"

"G'day, buddy," smiled the old man, whereupon his face dissolved into a million wrinkles. "Welcome to Oz."

"You're just kidding me, aren't you?"

"Let's get your luggage."

"I'm traveling light... just hand luggage. Dad said you'd take care of it." Everything else. Hey, are you sure you're not Pop?

"My name is B. A limousine is waiting for us outside. Let's go."

Yes, of course. Limousine? "This is a limousine?" I asked as we boarded the bus.

"It's a Mercedes, and it has a driver. What the hell more do you want?"

"How come there are so many other people on board?"

"It's in my nature to share things."

As B and I sat down, he began to explain that he and Pop had known each other for a long time. They'd known each other for a long time, but they weren't related. "Just one of those oddballs." It's probably just the way he is. He's American like you, and I'm Australian. I've never been to America.

"Holy shit!" I shouted, looking out the window. "Why are we driving on the...?" "Wrong side of the road?"

"That's a magnetic thing from the South Pole. This is the Southern Hemisphere, Daniel. We..." Down here, everything is done backwards... well, almost everything."

"Is that the reason why you talk so strangely?"

"Yes."

From the city, we took the train to Petersham, where B lived. It was pretty cool. The train... big, tinted panoramic windows, air conditioning, quiet, cozy... everything. It all reminded me so much of the old days. Back home in the States... the buildings, the people, the cars. But not the Australian accent. It was sooooo strange!

"If weird contains an 'r', why don't you pronounce it?"

"Damn difficult."

"Huh?"

We had barely arrived at B's apartment when I was attacked by a praying man nearly two meters tall. Praying mantis. "Good afternoon, Daniel," he grinned, extending his long, thin arm as he shook my hand. "I'm Lindsay. B. told me all about you. Nice to meet you." Buddy. And this is my wife, Sue.

Damn it! Was that for real? I saw two people who had stepped straight out of the movie "The..." The Addams Family. He had hair that reached the middle of his back, and so did she. No. Man, that's got to be a joke! Lindsay only had one stimulant. Her tooth and Sue's hands were kind of weird... slightly twisted.

Still in shock, I followed B into his room, where I threw my hand luggage onto his lap. Bed. "You can sleep in my bed, Daniel. I'm sleeping on the couch."

"Was?"

"Sofa, sofa, couch... whatever you men call it."

"Men? And what's up with Sue and Lindsay? Are they going to some kind of Halloween party?" "What's that?" Then I noticed all the stacks of cardboard boxes. Everywhere. "Did you just move in, huh?"

"Get out. Didn't Dad tell you? We're moving to Taree."

"Taree?"

"About 300 kilometers along the coast... roughly 200 miles, to put it that way. I'm afraid..." It's probably going to be pretty chaotic here for the next few days. By the way, how long are you staying?

"Man, I don't know either. I thought... I mean... this was supposed to be my holiday in Sydney. And now you're talking about going to... what was it called again?"

"Typical Pop, screwing up the whole damn thing. I don't even know if his damn ass..." It was on fire. Sorry, Daniel, but I don't have time to show you Sydney. "There's way too much to pack and organize."

Later that afternoon, a huge old woman with breasts the size of award-winning breasts appeared. Watermelons and bare feet squeezed through the open front door and wandered around. Down the hall. "Are you there, B? I need some things downstairs... Oh! Who's that?" That?"

“I’m Daniel,” I smiled and offered him my hand. “I’m from Tampa, Florida, and I’m…” visiting B.”

"You have an American accent like the people in TV series. Are you American?"

"Yes, ma'am. Florida is a US state."

The woman plopped down on the couch with her enormous backside and continued, "Why on earth..." Would you want to visit such a silly old geezer like B.? Besides, you're much too young. Did you know B. is gay?

"Damn it, Nancy!" B thundered as he taped another cardboard box shut. "We're busy. And what the hell does being gay have to do with it?"

"I saw some of those disgusting pictures on that damn computer thing." You're a pervert and shouldn't be preying on young boys like you, Daniel.

"That's alright, ma'am," I explained, "I'll sleep in B's bed."

Nancy's mouth dropped open a few centimeters, and her brown eyes widened in utter horror. "I'm seriously considering calling the police!"

"There's not enough room in my bed for the damn cops," B muttered as he filled another box. "And Daniel forgot to add that I'll be sleeping on the lounge. But not while you're sitting on it with your fat ass. Ask Lindsay to brush you off. "We'll do the shopping for you."

It was early evening when I came into the kitchen where B was preparing dinner. Lindsay was sitting in the living room watching TV, and Sue was in the bathroom.

"Sue has been in the bathroom for hours! Is she okay? And what are you doing there?" Cooking?"

"Sue keeps hogging the bathroom. I'm cooking beef curry right now. Would you like some?" Curry?"

"Not too hot! Can I help you?"

“Yes. Count the rice. There are four of us, so I need exactly 1372 grains.”

"What's the deal with Sue and Lindsay? They look kind of strange. Why?" Do you live with them?"

"I am her caretaker."

"But you're not her type. How many grains did you say?"

"1372. That's a long story, Daniel, but they saved my ass about five years ago."

"Ass?"

"Asshole. I was broke and had nowhere to live. They offered me a place to live with them." Me. It was arranged by her caregiver at the time. I took over her care. About a year ago. Now everything is different... I earn a little something and can afford things.

"Bob?"

"Dollars."

"What's wrong with them? Sue looks kind of spastic."

"She has osteoporosis—a bone disease. She's a foot shorter than she used to be." She's had hip surgery. And Lindsay? He's an alcoholic. They're both sick. They're alcoholics. They also both suffer from epilepsy. They have to take medication constantly.

"So they saved your ass and you're saving theirs. Is that all?"

B put a handful of chopped onions, celery, and garlic into a pan and began to fry. He sautéed them in butter and olive oil, stirring with a wooden spoon. Then he added a heaping tablespoon of curry powder. “I’m not entirely sure why I’m doing this,” Daniel said. “I just know that if I weren’t institutionalized, Sue and Lindsay would be, and I don’t think I could bear the thought of it. Every human being deserves a life of dignity.”

“But what about your life?”

"That I still have one is partly thanks to them, but also to other people." Like Kyle. And you too, of course."

"Me?"

"Secure."

When the vegetables were ready, B added a lot of diced steak to the pan, plus some chopped tomatoes, pineapple chunks, sultanas, shredded coconut, chutney, sliced banana, and diced apple. Wow! The aroma was simply magical! But I was so excited that I completely forgot how many grains of rice I had counted.

"B? I think I messed up. I had about three hundred and a few cents of rice." Grain and..."

"Don't get so worked up, Daniel," chuckled the old man. "When the water boils, add four handfuls of rice, plus another one to be safe."

"But how am I supposed to know how many grains there are?"

"Trying is better than studying, Daniel," he grinned and winked. "If..." "It tastes quite good, you'll know whether you did the right thing or not."

"But what if I mess it up?" Well, I needn't have worried. The curry was simply too delicious. Absolutely amazing!

At dinner, I got to know Sue and Lindsay a little better. Sue showed me photos—pictures of her in England, where she had a great passion for horses and rode in shows. But by then, her body was marked by osteoporosis, and she walked with a noticeable limp. Her fingers had also suffered from the bone disease, and she had difficulty using a knife and fork.

Lindsay was a pretty cheerful guy, with what was probably the silliest single tooth in the world. He grinned. He told me about the time Sue traveled to England to visit her parents. “I lost contact with her and thought I’d never see her again. That was when I was about 13 or 14. Years ago. I completely lost it and just walked out of the house we were in. I was renting. For six months, I lived in a city park, drinking mixed liquors with shoe polish. I scavenged for food scraps in trash cans. I remember swatting flies off half-eaten sandwiches or hamburgers. I would sleep in the rain. I just didn’t care. When I was finally rescued by the Salvation Army, I was even thinner than I am now. I was close to death. I hadn’t washed in a minute. Six months. I was still wearing the same clothes I’d left the house in. My beard was short. I had a belly, and my hair reached my waist. But the Sallies turned me around. And I became a counselor for alcoholics and drug addicts. Don’t hesitate! “If you work for the Sallies,” He laughed. "Sue was back by then." Australia. She'd been looking for me for months... calling various places and organizations. One day, she happened to call the Salvation Army organizations, and there I was. So we got back together and lived in the guesthouse next to our house. Met B."

"You brushed flies off half-eaten hamburgers you found in garbage cans?"

"If you're constantly completely drunk, Daniel, then you don't care." Damn it. Besides, I didn't want to live without Sue.

"Everything's fine now, right?"

"Better than cool," he grinned, showing off his only tooth. "B's is unbeatable." Curry. He cooks fantastically. And we're going to Taree! Yay! I can't wait!

Sue clearly didn't share her husband's enthusiasm. She just chewed her food and stared blankly at the television screen, probably not taking in anything she was seeing.

"Sue? Are you looking forward to seeing Taree?"

"Huh? Oh... I don't know. We've settled in here, and... I hate moving. We're..." "Always on the move."

“That’s why we’re going to Taree,” B. interrupted. “We can afford a house there.” There. This is our penultimate move. In a year, we’ll be living in our own house. Home. Never moving again!

"Well, it sounds nice, but..."

Sleeping in B's room—or at least trying to—was kind of weird. The atmosphere was cool, sure, but… It seemed crazy that it was half office, half bedroom. In one corner were his computer and TV, and an ergonomic chair with knee pads. So that's where all his stories came from? It didn't make sense. I'd expected something a bit more glamorous… something more sophisticated or something. That was normal for teenagers. Doing homework and studying in their rooms, but adults? Hmm, maybe B. wasn't an adult, at least not mentally.

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Pauls Story

Posted by: Simon - 12-28-2025, 07:55 PM - Replies (1)

Finally! I actually get a chance to say something, because I'm such a loudmouth. Daniel isn't here. Yay! Well, actually he is, but this is my story, told from my perspective, not his.

"Hey, what the hell is going on here?"

"Mr. B. said I could tell my own version of the story, so don't interfere."

"Your version? Who cares about your version?"

“Many people. Don’t you think they’re curious to know what I think about…” you?”

"Hey, if you ruin my reputation, dude, then you're finished."

"Go and play in the traffic, Daniel. I'm busy."

Anyway, when I first met Daniel, I thought he was completely nuts. He had these... kind of masculine qualities that made me sigh like a lovestruck schoolgirl. Yeah... kind of embarrassing, I know. But I couldn't help it. He just strutted around. The damn place, like a peacock in heat. But what really impressed me about him was his vulnerability, hidden within this self-centered, muscle-bound teenager. He was a pretty sensitive guy. It wasn't a trait he wanted to display. Especially me, because I was madly in love with him—I guess Daniel's way of... hiding his feminine side...

"Hey! What's with all this 'feminine pages' nonsense?"

"We all have a feminine side."

"And where do you know a word like 'vulnerable' from?"

"Vulnerable... it has two l's."

"Whatever. Anyway, I don't like what you write about me. It's rubbish."

"That's a shame. Now don't interfere and stop interrupting me."

"Oh? Look around, Paul. Do you notice anything? Whose room is this? Huh? And whose?" "Compatibility?"

"You've been telling this story for what feels like a thousand damn years, Daniel. Just..." Fuck off and let me do my thing."

"Do you want to give me a blowjob first?"

"Later."

You know what? I think Daniel loves me too. Sure, he doesn't knock on my door. He'd open it and give me a bouquet of roses. He's not that type. There's no romantic in him. He's got bones in his bones. He huffs and puffs. But that's exactly what I love about him. Have you noticed the way he stares at me? Hey, I'm pretty cool about my body. In that department too, you know. Maybe not quite as muscular as him, but I'm not square. There's not an inch of me his tongue hasn't explored a hundred times. And vice versa.

There was a time when Daniel was homophobic. Back then, he was a real jerk. The club at school was having a hard time, and he completely pissed off Freddie. It wasn't the pissing. That pissed me off, it was the way Daniel did everything to humiliate Freddie. In front of his friends. And why? Because the idiot had a huge amount of guilt about his own feelings. I can call him an asshole now because he just left the room. Hey, I can call him whatever I want! Woohoo! Daniel is an asshole, Daniel is an asshole, Daniel is an asshole!

Anyway, Freddie and I took care of Daniel after I gave him a good beating. And that was weird. Daniel's bigger and stronger than me, but I got lucky. The fact that I was pissed at him for what he'd done to Freddie. Anyway. After Freddie and I fucked Daniel's face and pissed all over him, we were even. Did I tell you Kyle wrote about it? Yeah. He was worried that Daniel had become a wimp. Daniel was Kyle's hero and still is. Kind of weird, isn't it? They're each other's heroes. How do you figure that? How can two guys be like that? Each other's hero?

Anyway—and I really need to stop starting every sentence with "anyway"—Daniel got over his homophobia and accepted who he was. So, who was he? Well, quite a lot. Homophobes swing between extremes. You know... one minute they're... One minute they're beating up a gay guy, and the next minute they're imitating him. (From Rudolf Nureyev, and their wrists are taking a lot more of a beating.) But that didn't happen to Daniel. And he didn't want to label himself. So, I guess you could say that Daniel is basically still the same guy he always was, only he's not afraid of himself anymore. And that's exactly what I imagine homophobes to be... guys who are afraid of themselves.

Well—my goodness, here I am again—about heroes. Yes, Daniel is my hero. That's kind of weird, because Clark Kent doesn't pee on Lois. Well, not that I know of. Oh dear. I wonder if Batman pees on Robin? Well, I guess you could say that I... She's totally obsessed with Daniel's dick. Everything that comes out of that depraved thing is... I don't care. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. I've been peed on. By everyone except the Pope. And that's only because I've never been to Rome.

I know urine isn't everyone's cup of tea. Hmm. I should probably phrase that differently. Oh well, screw it. I'm no literary genius, after all. [And screw it,] everything about Daniel is cool. Aside from everything else. He has an absolutely fantastic body. He's constantly twitching, rippling, or bulging. Or something like that. It's a symphony of sexual movements. Even his little finger twists. I'm in. Lindy once described Daniel as "sex on two legs." And that's what he is. The guy is... I just have to walk into the damn room and I already have an erection.

"Do you have one now?"

"I'm not finished yet. And what the hell are you doing back here?"

"I just wanted to ask."

"Go and check the pool or something."

"It's already clean. Hey, I'm going to Dick's later, okay?"

Am I jealous of Dick? Or Freddie, or Jo, or Steve, or Benny, or Kyle, or Greg? Or half a million other guys? Of course I am. Who wouldn't be? Seems like the whole damn world is crazy about Daniel. What am I supposed to do now? Tell Daniel to get lost? Because I can't possess him? Nah. That would be stupid. And guess what? If he suddenly... He covered me like a rash, and I was the center of his universe, he wouldn't love Daniel anymore. So I'd probably fall out of love. Weird, right?

Okay, back to the topic of urine. You know what's crazy? He's totally into it. Just forget it. Think about Dick for a second. Dick is an Adonis. I mean, we're talking about... perfection. A body almost two meters tall, probably one of the most impressive you'll ever see. Blond, smooth, ripped, everything perfectly proportioned. And he's a great guy. So is he. And what do you think Daniel will do when he gets there? Exactly. He'll piss on Dick. He'll wave his killer cock around and totally douse that blond Adonis.

Dick isn't the type to put up with everything. Should I phrase that differently? Meaning, yesterday's pizza isn't something to get too excited about. Oh. Never mind. Anyway, if Daniel pees on Dick, or on me, to be precise, then that's just how it is. Not like Daniel's on some kind of ego trip. What the hell am I even talking about? Of course he's on one. An ego trip. He's always on a fucking ego trip. But it's not like he's trying to do it on purpose. To humiliate Dick or me? No way. And it's not like Dick or I want to be humiliated. I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but I guess it's like any kind of sex... You know... you have a choice... you can either do things because they're important to you, or you can do things because you have something to prove... you know? Like a rapist wants to dominate his victim and enjoys being the ultimate ruler. Damn asshole. Daniel isn't like that. Not at all. He knows his urine is god urine. But he wouldn't pee on anyone if they didn't want him to. He figured that out. When Kyle told him to go to hell. I still crack up when I think about it.

Why am I so hopelessly in love with Daniel? Hey, let me list the reasons. He's fucking... outrageous, that's why. Jerking off in a crosswalk. Hello? Remember when Kyle, Steve, Daniel, and I were all there in the middle of the night, making fools of ourselves and sucking? It's all Daniel's fault! The guy doesn't give a fuck. Shame on him.

But that's not the only reason I love Daniel. Sure, it's exciting being with him. He's always doing really cool things, but he also has a softer, more tender side. When he smiles, it's like being an ice cream cone in the sun. His beautiful, brown eyes are mesmerizing. You can't resist him. He has you under his spell.

On the other hand, I have the same effect on him. I've long since lost count of how many times I've done that. How many times has he completely melted because of my smile? But that's okay. It means we're equals. Well, sort of. I mean, if we were completely equal, that would be boring. You know what I mean? One of us has to have something the other wants. He admires something the other doesn't have. So it's like we're not equals. But we have equal respect for each other. Does that make sense?

What's my favorite part of his body? Everything. I mean, you can like so many things. Oranges on a table, and what do you get? A pile of useless oranges. But then some guy comes along and starts juggling them, and—whoosh—you've got art. The oranges swirl around like they're magic. So I guess I have to say that Daniel is the juggler. He has a special way of presenting his oranges, just like his fantastic body, which transforms him into a kind of magic.

"What the hell is this?"

"What are you doing back here?"

"Dick had to get his pizza."

"You pissed him off?"

"Yes... just briefly. So, what kind of rubbish are you writing?"

"Who says it's rubbish?"

"Juggling oranges?"

"That's a fucking metaphor, asshole. And stop looking over my shoulder. Like..." Damn it, am I supposed to be creative when you're standing there like the Leaning Tower? "From fucking Pisa?"

"Hmm... great body. Do you really think so?"

"Man, Daniel!"

"Okay, okay... I'm going swimming. By the way, Dick didn't give me a blowjob. He didn't have time."

Yeah, and that's another thing. Daniel has this way of looking at you, like he can read your mind... and that grin that says he knows you love him. It pisses me off. Sometimes. It's like I can't keep a damn secret. Daniel, sitting in some tent, painted with a bunch of crescent moons, staring into his crystal ball like he knows when my next fart is coming.

You know what's weird? I figured out why Daniel annoys me so much. He totally enjoys it! It's like his power dynamic. And what annoys me even more is that he knows I'm not just going to leave because I'm upset. Him. Well, I might leave for a bit, but he knows I'll be back. He knows I would never leave him. He knows I'm addicted. He knows I love him. But he likes to play games. He loves to tease. He was born to tease.

But that's okay. He keeps me on my toes. Or, as Kyle would say: I'm never... hundreds. And that kind of adds to the excitement. Daniel never stops. A real challenge. He always surprises me. Would I change him? No.

Do you want to know what my father once told me? He said that a woman falls in love with someone. She loves a man because of who he is. Then she marries him and spends the rest of her life with him. She tries to change him. He says it's a kind of test. She wants... she was repeatedly assured that he remained the unshakeable pillar of her strength. I fell in love with her in the first place. Women are strange.

So am I testing Daniel? I think so, sometimes. You know, it's a bit like counting. You keep spending your money, just to make sure it's still there. You kind of become... paranoid that something's going to go wrong.

"Hey!"

"You're dripping everywhere."

"This is my room, man. Well, are you going to give me a blowjob now?"

"I don't feel like it."

"Hello? Since when have you been in a bad mood?"

"Since now."

"What the hell did you write?"

"I analyze things."

"About what?"

"You and I."

"Hey, Paul. What's all this nonsense about? You've never been able to resist my charm." Dick."

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Kyle Birthday

Posted by: Simon - 12-28-2025, 07:47 PM - Replies (1)

On the morning of the last day of June 2000, I woke up early after hearing my father. He was rummaging around in the kitchen. He was wearing the boxer shorts I had given him for Father's Day, with the words "Eat me" printed on them. The first thing I noticed when I strolled into the room, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, was a huge bulge.

"You have an erection."

"Yes... you too. Coffee? Looks like you could use it."

"Nice boxer shorts, Dad."

"Yes... but your mother doesn't read."

"Can I borrow it?" I laughed. "Steph is reading."

"Absolutely. Can I borrow Steph for a bit?" he grinned. My dad was really great. I was looking for an older man and thought he could still turn the heads of teenage girls. Probably... especially if they saw him in his boxers.

"Do you have any plans for tonight, Kyle?"

"Not yet."

"Your mother and I would like to invite you to dinner. Would you like to come?"

"Sounds good."

Would you like one of your friends to come along?

"No. I think just the two of us is enough. We don't have that much time together anyway." Hey, Dad? How about you take the day off today and we go surfing together? "The mountain wind is blowing."

I wish. But I'll try to take half a day off. Maybe I'll come along. "See you later, guys."

"Clean."

The coffee was exactly what I needed. The night before, I'd been to a pizzeria with Steph. Mark was serving customers and looked totally cool doing it in his tight jeans and green top with a name tag. The top did nothing to hide his perfectly sculpted pecs, which half the damn restaurant patrons were staring at. And who could blame them? Later, I walked Steph home. I didn't go inside, though, because her parents were home. I was sure her father thought I was a... a rapist or something. He watched me like a hawk whenever I was there. He was cool enough, but...

I wasn't quite sure what to do with it, and the evening was still relatively young, so I just went for it. Over to Kevin's house, where he was fooling around with three friends, all of whom had completely messed up their tournament brackets.

"What the hell did you take?"

"Cola... the kind you snort, not the kind you drink." All the boys burst out laughing. I thought it was hilarious and the biggest joke ever. I didn't stay any longer. It was just boring being straight while everyone else was completely off their rocker.

Still looking for some excitement, I ended up at Wipeout, where I saw Ross and his girlfriend, so I had a couple of beers with them. I didn't get drunk, but I was well on my way. That became pretty clear when I found myself sprawled out on the lawn for a moment before I'd even made it to my front door.

Despite my drunken state, I was still pretty horny. Damn, I was constantly pretty horny. So as soon as I got into bed, I somehow got enough. I had the energy to really fuck my pillow. Right after I came, I fell over. I was asleep—or unconscious—I wasn't sure. Then it was the middle of the night. When I woke up, I was still in my pillow-fucking position, and my ass was freezing cold. I made a mental note: put the pillowcase and sheet in the washing machine. In the morning. Back then, I had no idea I'd have an audience. Perverts.

Anyway, my parents took me out to dinner that evening because they had a masquerade party planned. It was a party to celebrate my eighteenth birthday the following evening, Saturday, July 1st. We went to The Galley, a beach restaurant with a nautical theme—lots of brass fittings, heavy wooden beams, ship memorabilia, and things like that. Totally cool. My dad bought me a beer while he and my mom picked out a bottle—chilled rosé.

I'd received birthday cards before, but never one inside a steak! I was speechless. I was just about to cut off a piece when I noticed something strange inside. After further investigation… I found a card. It was from my parents. Inside was something I'd never seen before. It's expected in a million years.

"200 dollars! [Sfrican Rand] I don't believe it! Hey, you can't afford that! Dad?" Mom?"

"You can spend the money yourself, my son... on whatever you want," said Mom, her eyes watering.

I'd never seen so much money at once and just stared at it. Then Mom got all sentimental and said she could still remember changing my diapers. Diapers, like it was yesterday. Dad agreed and said that was impossible. I'll forget that smell soon enough. That made us all laugh.

It was really great to sit there with my parents and chat. We talked about all sorts of things. We'd always been a close family, but that night was somehow different. I was just one day away from being an adult… a teenager, but… also a young man. Mom and Dad always looked the same to me. I couldn't tell. They couldn't see any changes. But to them, I'd gone through many stages, each one different. From day one, everything was completely different. From diapers to the first day of school. From elementary school to high school. From a kid who could barely keep his balance to… From a surfboard to a guy who could ride that thing like it was a part of him. From a boy whose life revolved around his best friend Paul to a teenager with lots of friends, including a girlfriend.

By the end of the evening, I'd drunk more beer than I needed, and my head was pretty foggy. I was more confused than anything. But I behaved. Hey, haven't I always? Yeah, exactly.

When we got home, Mom made three Irish coffees.

"Wow! I'm totally exhausted, Mom. But thanks for the amazing evening. And you too." "Yes, Dad. It was totally crazy. And I'm glad it was just the three of us. It was just so incredibly special, I can't even tell you. But hey, I have to go to bed now. All in all."

I hugged and kissed them both, thanked them again, and then went to sleep. At the stroke of midnight, I was woken by loud knocking on my bedroom window. What?! What the hell?! I rolled out of bed and investigated.

"Do you even know what time it is?" I asked after recognizing Wingnut. I was standing outside in the darkness.

"It's midnight!"

"Also?"

"Here you go," he grinned, pressing something into my hand. "Happy birthday, Kyle."

I took the handwritten card and read it. “To my big brother Kyle. Stay close.” Forever. With love – your little brother, Wingnut.” But before I could say anything… Grommet pressed a small package into my hand.

"And here."

I unpacked it and saw a pair of Billabong socks and a new surfboard leash. "That's awesome, mate." My reaction had obviously pleased him, because he was beaming from ear to ear.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it. Can I hug you?" He raised his arms as I leaned out of the window. Then I squeezed my little brother so tightly that he was... well, just... there. Himself. "Do your parents know you're gone?"

"Nope. I just snuck out quickly. I'm going to bed now."

"That's absolutely brilliant."

"Was?"

"That you woke up to wish me a happy birthday. You're the first person to wish me a happy birthday." Thank you.

"It's my pleasure. And if you really were my brother, I wouldn't need to meet you secretly." Out in the cold. I would simply walk down the hall to your room.

"Good night, buddy."

"Do you want to masturbate now?"

"I'm completely exhausted."

"I'm going to masturbate now. I'm going to pretend you're masturbating me on your... birthday."

"Good night, Wingnut," I laughed.

"See you later, Kyle," said the beaming face before it disappeared into the night.

After I got back to my bed, I'd changed my mind about masturbation. When I saw the guy and realized how damn nice he was, I kind of got in the mood… as well as the thought of him masturbating his erect penis in his room. But as I stroked my throbbing, an army of faces and bodies invaded my mind. They came from everywhere. Wingnut, Mark, Steve, Steph, Paul, my cousin Chris, Nick… it was weird… a kaleidoscope of sucking, fucking, jerking off, kissing, pecs, erections, hands, lips, tongues, buns, ejaculations, and who knows what else. Crazy!

"Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, dear Kyle, happy birthday." Happy birthday!

I opened my eyes and saw Mom and Dad standing by my bed, holding a pile of... presents. In a flash, I pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and was filled with excitement. They were opening their presents. Yay! A new pair of satin boxer shorts, a new white Billabong shirt, a button-down shirt with an olive-green leaf pattern, a pair of gray jeans, and the $200 from the night before! Amazing!

This was followed by a huge breakfast, even though I was still completely full. Steak from the meal at The Galley restaurant.

After breakfast, I logged onto the internet and checked my emails. There was a whole pile, from all over, but I was disappointed not to find anything from my friend Paul in England. We'd been inseparable since kindergarten, and I was dying to read what kind of smug comment he'd make about me getting older. However, it was still early in the UK when I logged on, so perhaps he hadn't written yet.

While I was online, I looked at Mr. B.'s website and his dedication to me. It was his birthday, and the photo was great. So I wrote to him and thanked him. I was still annoyed. However, I'm a bit upset that I haven't received a message from Paul.

Just minutes after logging out, the phone rang. First it was Steph. Then Mark, then Steve. Even Carol called! With all those birthday wishes, I felt... like the most important person in the world... and just so damn lucky to have so many badass friends.

Wingnut arrived early and helped me and my dad, and Mom, get the house ready. She was getting ready for the masquerade party that evening. She wanted everything spotless. Typical. Female.

After the house was cleaned and tidied to my mother's satisfaction, Wingnut and I set off. I went to the mall with Dad to get beer for the party. My little friend I waited until we were alone before I asked the inevitable question.

"Hey! Can I have a beer tonight?"

"But not in front of my parents. Okay?"

"Cool."

The rest of the day flew by. Before I knew it, it was 8 p.m., and they all gradually showed up. It was absolutely wonderful to see them all there. There were moments during the week when I wondered if the party would be a success… or if everyone would even show up!

Steph and I had our ups and downs, but she left no doubt in my mind. She showed me her feelings when she gave me a silver necklace with a heart attached. Our names were engraved on it. Steve gave me a card with some cash inside. Actually... I got cash from most people. They thought it made more sense to give me cash so I could get whatever I wanted. But Mark had already anticipated that. Exactly what I wanted. He gave me a totally cool pair of satin boxer shorts that looked kind of like sleep shorts. "You can practice in your dreams," he smiled. I was rolling on the floor laughing.

The party was an absolute mega success… everyone went wild and had the best time ever. And for me, it was incredibly cool to see all my friends. My friends were there to celebrate my big day with me. Well, almost all of them. Only one was missing. Paul. And he still hadn't emailed me. The other guys were all there. They were wearing masks, of course, but I thought I knew who most of them were, although I wasn't sure. I had to rely on checking out their cute butts. Meanwhile, my parents kept bringing out snacks, and the beer was flowing freely.

Most of the masks were full-head rubber masks, so the men must have been... I was sweating like crazy under the clothes. I was wearing a Halloween-style hockey costume. Mask. It was impossible to pick Mark. The only reason I finally figured it out was because Carol had told me which mask he was wearing. Steve was recognizable. Because of his height and build. Or so I thought. Wingnut was easy to spot because he was wearing a troll mask, some kind of evil goblin thing. Mark was wearing an old man's mask with wrinkled skin and droopy eyes. Really heavy pockets underneath. Totally cool! I was starting to think he might be... pretending to be Mr. B.

One mask I found a bit odd, though, was a Margaret Thatcher mask. The former Prime Minister of England. It had to be Ross, one of my buddies from my swim team days, because the guy's build was pretty much identical to Ross's. And I'd seen it often enough at the swimming pool or in the showers.

At 11 p.m. it was time for everyone to take off their masks one by one. And I had to guess who was hiding under which mask before it was removed. If I guessed wrong, I had to take a sip of beer.

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Teen Thrillwan

Posted by: Simon - 12-28-2025, 05:24 PM - Replies (18)

Fifteen-year-old Cody and sixteen-year-old TJ have had some strange and exciting adventures together. After spending some time in California with friends, including Brad Renfro and Jonathan Taylor Thomas, they are on their way back to the bowling green.

TJ had rented a Dodge Ram, similar to his own. He was driving across the USA.

As they left the outskirts of Los Angeles, with its backdrop of a towering skyline and a smog-laden sky, TJ sat down, got behind the wheel, and drove the vehicle east. It was a journey that would be long. The road stretched out before them, the horizon.

Cody, whose black hair fell over his forehead, looked over at his friend: "Hey TJ?"

"And?"

"Could I take off your shirt and just touch my..." hands across my chest."

TJ giggled: "Why? So you get really turned on." Before we make our first stop?"

Cody helped TJ out of his T-shirt. His gaze swept over him. His friend. Man, was he lucky! TJ was a really hot guy. Besides, he was a lot of fun to be with, and he was a good friend. Cody took in TJ's hard, tanned muscles. Well-defined pecs that sloped down to his flat torso, muscular abs. The definition of his arm muscles was perfect. The way he drove the big truck, his eyes focused on the road ahead—well, at least trying to.

Cody sat close to TJ and rested his head on his friend's. His right hand slid gently over TJ's muscular shoulder, then down his arms, and onto his chest. As Cody felt his nipples harden, his hands moved down to TJ's stomach. Small folds of skin formed around his abdomen. Muscles.

"Don't you darn make a hole in it, Cody."

Cody's finger poked around in TJ's belly button. Cody could feel the skin, like silk, yet firm, and the underlying muscle.

“Why aren’t you wearing boxer shorts?” Cody asked.

"I wear boxer shorts."

"Why is your pre-ejaculate leaking out then?"

TJ laughed: "That's because you're driving me fucking crazy." "You're crazy, the way you touch me all over with your hands."

Cody smiled as his hand explored the source of the noise. Pre-ejaculate on TJ's shorts. He could feel his friend's arousal. Beneath his shorts and boxers lay a 15.5cm penis.

"Mmm, delicious." Cody smiled.

"Screw Cody, you must be the best fucker I know."

"Yes, and it's all your fault."

Cody fell asleep with his head on TJ's shoulder and his hand resting on his leg, his fingers just inside the leg of TJ's shorts.

TJ enjoyed the drive. The road was good and there was little traffic. The landscape was quite dry as they made their way to Las Vegas.

After a few hours of driving, TJ pulled into a rest stop. A motel with an attached diner. He shrugged. "Hey Cody, wake up, buddy."

Cody slowly opened his eyes to adjust to the bright light. Sunlight. "Where are we?"

"Lunch break."

The restaurant resembled a small cabin attached to the motel. Inside, a bar ran the entire length of the room. Small, but quite clean. Red and white checkered tablecloths. The tables were covered.

Cody and TJ found a seating alcove and sat down opposite each other.

A young girl came out to serve them. Her long brown hair hung below her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra and she demonstratively rubbed her breasts against TJ's upper arm as she arrived at the table.

"Hello, can I help you?"

TJ smiled at her: "Yes, you want to do that again?"

"What is that?"

"Uh... never mind. Can my boyfriend and I..." breakfast and some Pepsi."

"Coffee for me, please," said Cody, only a little too loudly.

The girl looked down at Cody: "Does your mother allow this?" "Do you want to drink coffee?"

Cody felt his neck turn red. "Does your mom let you go around without... a bra?" That was all he could think of.

"Piss off!" she shouted and quickly turned around to leave. out of the table.

"Man, Cody, what the hell made you say something like that?" Something like that?"

Cody smiled: "That was the first thing that came to mind." "Nice tits, huh?"

TJ laughed and shook his head.

While they waited for breakfast, another car pulled up. A small boy, about the same age as Cody and TJ, got out of the vehicle. He was wearing Nike tracksuit shorts and a tank top. He was athletically built and good-looking. His dark hair was short and neatly styled.

Both TJ and Cody watched him as he walked off in good spirits. Muscular legs. An older man got out of the car and followed the boy into the diner.

The boy saw Cody and TJ and sat down in the booth next to them. The man came in and touched the boy's buttocks. She nodded to him and gestured for him to move. Cody watched him. The boy's buttocks as he moved with the man. The Nike sweatpants. She clung to his muscular buttocks. They found another booth, on the other side of the diner.

Cody watched as the boy and the man began a serious conversation. Their voices could be heard, as if they were talking, arguing about something.

The girl went to her table and began to take her order. She couldn't take her eyes off them. Dark-haired boy.

"Hey Cody, do you feel like listening to some music?"

"Yes why not?"

TJ stood up and walked over to the jukebox, which was the closest to the booth where the boy and the man were sitting. Their conversation stopped as TJ approached. Looking at the music selection, he saw the boy out of the corner of his eye. His skin was lightly tanned and smooth. His eyes were dark, and they seemed to be constantly laughing, much like Cody.

TJ thought he saw something in the boy's eyes. Almost like a signal. Fuck off, TJ, your brain's playing tricks on you. Don't start imagining things.

There it was again. It was a clear signal. TJ nodded. He tilted his head slightly to signal to the boy, "I'm going to the men's room."

TJ stopped at the table: "Hey Cody, I'm just going for a minute." "To pee, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," said Cody, who was reading the newspaper. Menu, while I watched the completely hyper-enthusiastic teenager. Damn, was that guy hot!

TJ went into the bathroom. He walked over to the sink and turned on the tap. Within seconds, the boy came into the room.

"Hello," he said.

“Hi,” said TJ, leaning over the sink.

"Where are you going?"

“Kentucky,” said TJ.

"Is that your truck outside, the black one?"

"Yes."

"Pretty stylish rims."

"Yes, it's rented. I have a white one back home."

"It's an Aries, right?"

"Yes."

"Listen, I..."

The door opened and the man came in. The boy quickly went over to the urinals and began to urinate.

"Are you out all day? Our breakfast is on offer." Table."

"Yes, yes, I'm coming now."

The man waited at the door. TJ dried his hands and left.

"Your food is getting cold." Cody had taken a bite of toast and egg.

TJ started eating. "Cody, something's wrong." "Young guy."

"Huh? Why?"

"I'm not sure. He wanted to talk to me." "I was in the bathroom, but then the old man came in."

"I think your brain is playing tricks on you, Teej."

"No, something is definitely wrong."

TJ kept an eye on the boy and the man. They were busy, eating. TJ thought he saw the boy turn around and stare at everyone for a few seconds.

Suddenly, TJ felt a sharp pain in his groin. "Damn it!" Cody isn't here.

Cody had lifted his foot and was playing with TJ's crotch, his toes tugging under the table. "Sad, you're still tough."

TJ giggled: "Cody, you can't do that here." Damn!

"Who says that?"

TJ was driven crazy by Cody's toes rubbing together, and TJ ate his erection. He finished eating and dropped his knife and fork.

"Screw it, let's go to the toilet."

They went into a cubicle. Cody pulled TJ's shorts down. And he got this really good, warm feeling when he saw TJ's muscles bulge out, pointing straight up. The upper part was glistening with pre-ejaculate.

Cody bent down and took it in his hand. His tongue slowly circled TJ's glans, then the crest. He closed his eyes. He took the head of his penis into his mouth and began to suck. He felt TJ swell in his mouth, the pre-ejaculate mixing with his saliva. Cody loved that salty taste and the smell of TJ's pubic hair as he gave his boyfriend oral sex.

TJ's cock bobbed in his mouth, and then Cody felt TJ's cum spill down his throat. Cody swallowed the thick, sticky juice as fast as he could, wave after wave coming back. TJ's whole body tensed as he passed the ball.

Cody licked TJ clean and then pulled off his boxer shorts. Shorts back up.

While they were washing their hands, their door opened, the man stuck his head in: "Matt, are you in here?"

No answer.

"Have you boys seen the boy who was with me?"

They both just shook their heads. The door closed as the man disappeared.

"I'm telling you, Cody, there's something going on." "With that guy and that young man."

"No more adventures, TJ. I just want one nice..." A quiet drive back to Kentucky, and we'll see some of the countryside."

TJ paid for breakfast and they headed towards the truck. They apparently saw the man walking around the motel. I'm looking for Matt.

TJ accelerated out of the parking lot and back onto the street. Street.

It got hot and they both had their shirts off.

"What the hell?" TJ slammed on the brakes and drove up to the curb.

He got out of the cab and walked to the back of the truck. "What the hell are you doing?"

Matt had hidden in the corner of the truck and was packing the suitcases around him.

He jumped out the back: “Hey, everything’s cool. I just wanted to get away from that asshole, that’s all.”

"Why?"

"That's a long story. But we were on our way to Los Angeles." The guy's a pimp. I was supposed to be picking up some ladies and making some decent money.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, everything. Screw them, undress for them, massage them." "Let them play with me – whatever."

"Listen, get in a taxi. The old man will be here any minute." We'll check if you've sneaked off in the truck. We'd better... "Many kilometers separated us."

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California Aventure

Posted by: Simon - 12-28-2025, 04:20 PM - Replies (20)

LIKE

It was still early. The sun was just beginning to show its dawn. The first rays of sunlight rose over the horizon. Life was slowly awakening in Bowling Green.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the bedroom, TJ opened his eyes. He was in excruciating pain in his groin. He looked down. Cody was pressed right against him, one arm across TJ's chest, his knee digging firmly into TJ's testicles, crushing them to death. Stian, who had decided to sleep in the same bed, was half out of bed, only half of it remaining. His torso was actually lying on the mattress.

"Cody," whispered TJ, "hey Cody, wake up."

Cody opened his eyes: "Huh, what's up?"

"Do me a favor and get your damn knee out of my balls, okay?"

Cody looked down and slowly lifted his leg from TJ. His hand slid over TJ's chest and then down his stomach to his erect urethral opening. "Good." "Morning, Mr. Boner." Cody smiled.

Stian woke up and promptly slid out of bed, in a terrible fright.

Cody and TJ burst out laughing when they saw that. Stian sat up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and reached down on the floor. He also had an erection that looked like... he grabbed his chest.

The three teenagers had arrived in Bowling Green the previous evening after spending a few days in the countryside. They had been staying at the home of Ross Maguire, the county's best swimmer, and his brother Timmy. All the boys had shared the most amazing experiences with each other—dangerous adventures in no time.

During their stay, Cody had discovered that Timmy had been Damian. He had been chatting online with a friend of his and TJ – known as JagMX. They had decided to travel to California and surprise Damian. At the same time, they would escort Stian back to his home on Balboa Island, off the coast of Newport.

Cody had come to Tijuana from South Africa for a holiday. They had been online friends for about a year. He was 15 years old and had a bush of black hair. He was strong and muscular and had hazel eyes. He was about 15 centimeters shorter than TJ.

TJ was 16 years old, almost 1.83 meters tall, and had a strong, muscular build, mousy hair, and piercing blue eyes.

On the drive from Miami airport to Bowling Green, they met Stian, a Norwegian who had been living in California with his family for about seven years. He had blond hair, was 16 years old, but looked more like 14. He had a good, athletic build.

Stian had finished his shower. He stepped out and stood in front of the mirror, holding a towel. He looked at his body and how it seemed to have changed overnight, especially in the last few weeks. His blond hair and piercing blue eyes were now complemented by a truly beautiful tan. His pectoral muscles were more defined, and his six-pack was gradually becoming his pride and joy. He looked at his penis, noticing the glimpses of blond pubic hair. He had started to retract his foreskin, so he looked circumcised. His penis was perfect: white with a pinkish glans. His testicles hung well and looked great with his penis. He lay down on top of them. TJ approached him from behind and put his arms around Stian.

TJ watched in the mirror as Stian's abdominal muscles contracted. His flat hands glided gently over them. He felt Stian's nipples, and they were hard, like small stones.

Stian felt TJ's cock harden against his ass. His own breath caught in his throat. TJ smiled as he watched Stian's erection develop. Stian arched back and laid his head back.

TJ watched his abdominal muscles stretch and contract. Stian felt the dripping. TJ's erection sprayed pre-ejaculate onto his back.

"Before we leave you at home, we have to give you this," TJ whispered. "Something to remember us by."

"This is going to be so damn cool, I can hardly wait. I miss you all so damn much."

"And we will miss you too."

Cody entered the bathroom and glanced back and forth between them. "Talking," he said. "TJ, looks like you missed, Stian's back is covered in sperm." He chuckled.

TJ looked down. A large amount of pre-ejaculate was running down Stian's buttocks.

TJ laughed too: “Damn, and we don’t have time. We’re going to…” “I need to get to the airport as soon as possible.”

"Hey Stian, what's California like?" asked Cody. "Is it 'like in the movies'?"

Stian had a mouthful of toothpaste that squirted out when he spoke. "No way—it's way better than that. Southern California, where I live, is..." Fantastic. You have to stay here tonight and drive to Los Angeles tomorrow.

"Are there many men surfing there?"

"Absolutely. But the waves in Newport are better."

"Where the hell is that?"

“Across the bridge from Balboa Island.” Stian smiled.

Mark, TJ's cousin, accompanied her to the airport. He would drive TJ back home in the truck. They would fly from Bowling Green to Miami and catch a connecting flight there. The flight from Miami to Los Angeles would take six hours.

"See you later, Cody," Mark said, extending his hand. He had hated it, Cody, at their first meeting.

Cody moved close to him and placed his hand on Mark's crotch. He could feel Mark's penis bobbing as he touched it. "See you later! See you later, Mark." Cody smiled.

Mark shook his head and smiled: "Screw Cody, you still have sperm for..." brains."

Miami airport was chaotic, with planes from all over the world landing and departing. The three boys made their way to the American Airlines terminal. They reached the building just in time to catch their flight to Los Angeles.

They were sitting in a three-seater at the very back of the plane. "Damn it!" "Damn it, TJ, why didn't you just put us in the toilet?" groaned Cody.

"I like the back, you'll see why."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts," said the announcer. The flight attendant's voice boomed monotonously through the takeoff routine and safety instructions.

The boys all looked out the window as the plane took off, and it lies far to the west.

"Damn, I love America," whispered Cody.

A young flight attendant leaned over TJ, her breasts directly in front of his face. She spoke to Stian: "Hello, can I get you something to drink?"

TJ opened his mouth around her breast, but she didn't see him. Stian and Cody collapsed.

"And you, young man?" she asked TJ.

TJ noticed her eyes lingering on his crotch, and he immediately felt arousal. His erection stirred. He placed his hand there and rubbed it.

"Yes, could I please have some Pepsi?"

"Of course I'll bring it immediately."

After a few seconds she was back, with a Pepsi in her hand and a fruit juice for Stian and Cody.

TJ took her Pepsi and held her hand a little longer than necessary. Meanwhile, a huge bulge was clearly visible in his jeans, one she couldn't tear her eyes away from.

She leaned over next to TJ and whispered to him: "If there is anything else I can do for you, please come back and ask."

"Yes, of course." TJ smiled.

"Yes, just come to the back, then you can see my 'temperature'." Cody laughed and imitated the hostess.

TJ punched him in the groin, at which point he doubled over with laughter. "Hey, screw TJ, that hurt. Damn."

"Should I suck on it instead?"

"Yes, exactly?"

Cody went into the small lounge in the middle of the plane. There sat a young man, who must have been about Cody's age. He was quite handsome. He had a slim but well-proportioned figure, short, jet-black hair, and dark brown eyes. His skin was rather pale, but looked well-groomed under the white T-shirt he wore open over his eyes and his jeans.

He looked up as Cody sat down: "Hello."

"Hello," said Cody.

"Hey," said the boy, "you're not an American."

“South African,” Cody replied.

"Wow! Cool. Where are you going?"

Cody found out that the boy's name was Bruce and that he was indeed 18 years old, even though he was only as tall as Cody. They talked for a long time. Bruce wanted to know all about South Africa, and Cody asked him about California.

TJ sat in the back of the plane, chatting with the flight attendant. She didn't. She has a boyfriend because she flies all the time. She moved around the small plane. The galley and her hand rubbed against TJ's crotch. His penis gasped for air in the cramped space of his CKs and jeans.

TJ turned around to give her some room to work, making sure his hand brushed against her breasts. He saw her blush and smile.

Stian had fought his way into the cockpit and was sitting with the pilots. We talked about airplanes and all things technical.

Bruce stood up. "Listen, I'm just going to get something to drink." Flight attendant, would you like one?

“Sure,” said Cody.

He watched Bruce walk away. His black Levi's stretched across his torso. A pair of muscular, if not particularly large, legs curled into his buttocks. He proudly displayed his well-groomed buttocks. His entire body was perfectly proportioned, from his narrow hips to his broad shoulders. Cody felt a tingling in his lower abdomen as Bruce left.

TJ and the young hostess were crammed into the hotel's back toilet. Airplane. Airplane toilets aren't the best places to fuck. They were designed for… peeing and shitting, and just get out of there!

TJ and the girl danced a little tango inside, during which she tried to... He took off his jeans and tried to take off her blouse.

Finally, she managed to grasp TJ's rock-hard cock with both hands. "Oh dear," she sighed, "your cock is huge, hard, and thick. I need you to..." "Fuck me, TJ."

Bruce returned with the fruit juice and sat down next to Cody. I noticed a noticeable bulge in his jeans. "Here, Cody."

"Cool, thanks." Cody accepted the juice from Bruce. He couldn't... I think he's made such a good friend in the short time he's been on the flight so far.

TJ and the hostess were still facing each other. Both were naked, their clothes lying on the sink. TJ had leaned his back against the cabin. He bent over the wall and tried to bend his knees to get his penis into her vagina.

She desperately tried to take his muscle into herself, but space made it a joke.

She breathed into his ear like a steam engine. "Fuck me, TJ, fuck me. Me – please."

"I'm trying to fuck you, lift your damn leg a little."

She lifted her leg and TJ managed to insert his erect penis into her vagina. She was so incredibly wet that it just slid right in. TJ felt like his penis was on a water slide.

He felt her tighten around his erect penis. One of her hands moved down and played with his hard testicles.

TJ wasn't sure who was sleeping with whom. She moved up and down like she was bouncing on a pogo stick. Every time she came down, he jumped up and rammed her.

She screamed in his ear. The two of them crashed into the wall. The wall of the cabin.

TJ felt his load erupt from his penis and enter her. He cried out as her vagina contracted around him and he felt her orgasm as well.

She choked him with her arms.

TJ was still firing his load when the plane hit an air pocket and his penis came out, shooting like an out-of-control fire hose. His semen sprayed all over her as she lost her balance. She landed on her butt in the sink and he landed on his butt too, on the toilet.

She looked at TJ and smiled: "That was totally crazy."

TJ just shook his head: "Yes!"

Now they had to clean the toilet before they left – TJ had sprayed the walls with his semen.

"Hey Cody, why don't we meet up when you're in LA?"

"That would be great. What do you actually do for a living?"

Bruce blushed. "I'm a model. I'm currently in the middle of a photoshoot." "I'll take the photos while you're here, but I'm sure I can find time to meet you."

"That would be totally cool, especially seeing you as a model."

The plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport. All the boys were there. They were excited. None of them, including TJ, had ever been to Los Angeles before.

They excitedly streamed through the arrivals hall.

“Hey, damn it!”, Cody shouted.

TJ and Stian turned to him: "What's up?"

"There's Brad Renfro!", shouted Cody.

"Hey Brad!", TJ shouted.

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