Sitting down on the bed tapping my foot for no reason, I pondered what to do. No one else was home yet, dad was working I assumed, Wendy was out with ...er friends, mom was with Billy doing... Whatever he does this late. I wanna say swimming classes, but I have no idea. The sun was starting to set, bathing my room in an orange glow, I had settled on some quiet reading; I didn't bother to look at the title of the book I picked out at random, I knew all of them by heart already.Then I heard the. Hot and cold. The contrast in my twin openings fanned a volcano of arousal that I struggled to bear. My frenzied fingers dug into your thighs to inflict suffering as you were making me suffer, assuring myself that you were real, and not another dream. I felt your spongy head open me, enter me, and then, maddeningly pause. Michael! I tried to thrust back, to engulf you before it was too late. But your hands were too strong. And then it was just too much. The icy sliver in my anus, your erection. But I had a full hard on and he noticed. I said sorry and this and acted embarassed and all. Coach siad k** , hey dont worry about it, it normal for you guys in your teens to be walking hard ons all the time. I agreed back and said for sure it never seems to go down. He yelled back enjoy it for now, wont be like that forever. But as he was saying this his cock was now pointing straight out and a full blown 9" at least. I kept stairing at it, and then looking away. Coach said time to get out of. ..He laughed. OK, there was little chance of that!Five minutes of walking brought him to the turn for West Ledge Lane. Back when his street had been created and the houses built, the idea was for it to be part of a series of north/south winding roads connected by some cross streets. You could see, on some old local maps his Dad had, dotted lines showing where these were going to go. However, for whatever reason, apart from Ledge Lane where he lived and Clearview, which branched off and.