He stepped closer and to the side of me, never losing his grip on me. His right hand stroked my cock from the base of my shaft to the head. His left h...and was on the small of my back and inching its way toward my ass. It was so erotic. I was getting close. I stroked him a little faster, like it was a race to who would cum first. He was really moaning and he put his head toward my chest. "Feels so good," he whispered. I said the same. My cock was pointing up at me and I watched his hand work it.. Hang on. I never knew, you know? I never knew like other people do. I had this feeling I might be. I couldn't really think about it, I didn't want to. So I ignored it. It just became a habit." Er ... are we talking in code?" Maxie!" I pleaded with him through the wall, prone on my bed, facing the little hole that was our main channel of communication."Yeah, yeah. I get it. You ignored that you fancied guys right?" Right. So ... when I met you, I didn't know what to do with all these feelings. I. My mind was racing again, with quick flashes of what I thought would be happening soon. Tommy was similar in build to me, a little shorter and also pudgy (but not fat.) Looks wise, not that it mattered to me really, but he wasn't ugly. I don't know if he'd qualify as handsome, and certainly not hot, but neither do I despite what he'd said. I made a quick calculation of his features and figured his dick would also be similar to mine, which would be perfect for me.I walked back into the living. ”“You know your mother,” his father said looking over at him.“She only gets quiet when she’s plotting something,” Sean said watching his father for a reaction. His father only shrugged his shoulders.“You wouldn’t happen to have any paint left over from your job painting the Dairy King, would you?” his father asked.Sean crossed his arms and stared at the pile of lumber. The pieces finally came together in his head and he said, “You’re building a billboard. Mom is going to put it up across the.