“Can I suck it?” I asked the question that had been in my mind for many minutest now. A few times that summer, during the weeks Shawn stayed at my place, we’d go camping, and be totally on our own for a few days at a time. We kissed each other briefly, our stiff skinny cocks straining against our oh-so-sexy FRUIT OF THE LOOM underwear while our lips mashed together clumsily, passionately. We’d become friends at school, obviously, and mostly had our sleepovers on Friday nights when one of us could ride the school bus home with the other and then get picked up by a parent a day or two later. He had a big, toothy smile as he anticipated what we were about to do, and a thick mop of brown hair that always dropped over one eye and he’d always do these quick head nods to move the hair out of his eyesight. We’d slept at each others’ homes a couple of times before and each time I would fantasize about Shawn and I
