I know you know what I'm thinking before I even think it!" I knew that, too." Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I let out a throaty scream of frustration."Yeah. It's lik...e two Grand Masters playing chess. Each knows the moves the other will make and how they will respond to each move. So they just stare at the board for a few minutes until they both come to the same conclusion about who would win and declare the game over without moving a piece." Good description. Keep talking about chess and I might forget how. When it opened, there was a boy from my choir and Peter. The cabin hushed. It was clear from the expressions on their faces that they planned on asking two of us to go to the dance. The dance consisted of a single light up ball and stereo in a large room literally ten feet away from our bunks. However, the dance was significant now, because Peter was finally going to ask one of the twins (who had been crushing on him for years) out.Nope.Peter told me later that he had almost jabbed his thumb in. Neither words nor sounds could describe the feeling of his hard, pulsing flesh invading me, or the sensation of his hands clenching my hip and waist and pulling me into him, or the sweet frisson caused by his voice, usually so perfectly composed, spiraling out of control on a whole string of vicious, lovely curses.There were no names yet for the places inside of me he reached.I closed my eyes and bathed in him, in his presence, his weight on me, his forcefulness against me, his lust for me, and. I don't know about you. I forthrightly and candidly don't. Phew! It is time to ask and press forward that much-longed and much-craved question of mine, don't you consent so? I do so myself."Stian, are you really and truly going to fuck and ramp up my anus tonight?" I raise this to him and his consciousness warily and circumspectly. Why? I simply and plainly am afraid and terrified of the answer and reaction that he is going to give me. Truly have a word with you. My goodness! He quickly and.