“How long will this take?” asked Val. I guess she thought that would be normal for her to say.“That depends on how long it takes the boys to rec...arge after cumming,” he said. “We’d like to get another cum shot with each boy and each girl.”Sam, as innocent as she was (or I thought she was), had a knack for understanding Tom. She also had a history of offering to do things. Since that was normal for her, she did it again.“How much if we let them cum inside us?” she asked, out of the blue.I could. We never played our little game after that. I think we both knew it was something that we shouldn’t be doing even though we both enjoyed it. The funny thing is we never actually touched or even look at each other cocks and certainly never talked about it – even in adulthood. But I never forgot the sensation and longed to repeat it.About two years later I was out in the street playing with a school friend and the boy who lived next door. My friend dared me to ask the other boy to show us his. After I put my bags down in my closet, I looked over at my desk and saw that my mother’s music box was sitting near the edge with a note attached to it. I brushed my hand over it and realized that it was caked in dust. I wonder when she put it here. To have this dust on it, it had to have been over a year. I ripped the note off its taped confinement and began reading: Dear Abigail, I am not sure when our paths will cross again. Or if they ever will. It is my sincere hope that you live a long. He could never see the temptation himself, and most days he simply stayed indoors while Thomas enjoyed himself, coming home damp and shivering in need of warming up. Today was special. It had been a serious effort to drag Sera out of bed that morning, Thomas didn't want to miss the dawn. Sera grumbled that you couldn't see the sun rise through all the clouds. But, true to his word and unable to deny the look in those summer blue eyes, Sera had donned his coat and left his flat following the.