Mr. Evans was out on business so we had the house to ourselves. We cooked a chicken and cheese casserole with a Caesar salad on the side and for desse...t, we had chocolate sundaes. When I was tossing the salad, Ms. Evans went downstairs to get salad dressing. When she was out of sight, Chaun came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. “Easy there boy, don’t let Mommy dearest see you doing that. You’ll get grounded.” “Oh no!” he said in mock fear. “Maybe I should. He may be longer than Daniel but it was thinner, Daniel had a very thick cock and I loved it as it filled every part of my tight pussy. I let his cock slide deeper and deeper into my throat. He moaned and slowly began to force it down. I began to gag and he held my throat there as I relaxed again determined to deep throat it all. I slowly began to get further and further before my nose brushed against the thin, wiry hairs at the base of his cock. He groaned and released my head up before. His hips bucked as the last bit of his semen ran over his hand. He had never cum so hard. He lay there panting and stared at the ceiling. His mind finally quiet. After a quick clean up he rolled over and quickly fell asleep. Kyle woke up the next morning with a raging hard on. He vaguely remembered little pieces of a dream as it slipped away. Him and Jake at the shack. Jake’s dick in his hand. In his mouth. He reached for the lube and immediately began to stroke his dick. In less than minute. I practiced a lot when I was young. I would practice every day after school, before the folks came home. At first I had an old flat top guitar but as I got better, I bugged my dad to buy me an electric guitar and an amplifier. Dad used to play when he was younger, but had lost his touch and he said I would probably be better that he was if I stuck to it. That was an unusual remark from my dad, we really didn’t have a lot to talk about in those days, me being a junior in high school and all, and.