I made him stand up and then I started unbuttoning his dark jeans. “If he looks this good dressed, he will look gorgeous undressed,” I thought as ...y hands started to tug down his pants. I could sense that he was about to protest but, before he could open his mouth, I kissed him so roughly and passionately that he moaned out and slapped my ass. He was making me so eager to see what was under those boxers. I pushed down his pants and dropped to my knees. I slowly ran my hand over his boxers,. The cold weather started, and we usually ran the pickup for ten minutes before beginning our trip. Bundling up in our parkas and snow boots, we shivered to keep warm until the heater kicked in. Evenings we'd do our homework at the kitchen table, watch a little TV, and get ready for bed. Whoever got into their bed first and warmed it up was the bed of choice for that night, and the other would bring their pillow and cuddle in, whispering comments about our day. I wore flannel pajamas most of the. The guys would all usually have pretty big loads too. Frankie always instructs them not to masturbate for a few days before our late-night gatherings. Some nights there would be one or two other bitches in addition to me, so I had to share the dicks and come. In some ways, that was nice because it was kind of hot to be on the ground sharing dicks with other guys. But in other ways, I kind of wanted all the dicks to myself. Even though I usually hated being the center of attention in real. Gil looked at Devon, well he said, I guess that's that isn't it?' No said Devon, that isn't that. Gil paused looking at Devon's gloatish grin. 'There's still the matter of the bet 'You don't mean? said Gil lamely. Devon smiled, oh yes I do, and sat back in his chair. He wanted his friend to squirm, wanted him to welch on the bet. He never thought he'd hear him say, 'Okay'. No wait thought Devon, it wasn't supposed to go this way. Here, or should we go to your bedroom?' Here;s fine said Devon.