"Holy fuck," was all Ryan managed to say as I eased myself off of his dwindling cock.Even soft, Ryan had an impressive package. I observed this fact w...en he got out of bed to take a piss. It was almost 10pm and Ryan was ready to get a shower and go home."I thought you didn't have anything planned for tonight," I asked as Ryan started to walk to the shower."I don't," he said."Then stay the night. I'll make us breakfast in the morning and then you can go home. I'll add a little bonus onto your. I jacked up the van and placed the metal under the tire. The van was lowered again and everyone went to their places. This time the van began to move. The tires were spinning on both vehicles, and the van was sliding into the deeper snow, but it was moving. At least it was out of the hole."Stop!" I yelled."We've got to get you back onto the path," our new friend commented.We proceeded to dig away the snow from around the tires and shoveled a path toward the ice road. Then the guy angled his. They watched him back out of the driveway and race down the road. The two entered the house."Hungry?" asked Sarah."No thanks." answered Emily.The two went up to Sarah's room. They pulled out their Algebra books and began to work.About an hour later, Emily closed her book."Hey, we aren't finished yet." Sarah said."I know. I'm just taking a break." Emily said as she leaned up against Sarah's bed.She closed her eyes and began daydreaming. She thought mostly of Sarah. She thought Sarah had been. What did he know about an aroused woman? Maybe something he'd seen on TV or at the cinema. But in reality? A tight-lipped kiss with Brenda Bowles or a tentative hand over Betty Shields left breast, covered with a thick winter coat. Might as well have stroked a turnip in a sack. That summed up his experience. In other words, minimal contact, which is what he had had with most of his school peers in their final year. He knew they found him different. Different tastes, different interests. Peter's.