So it's Friday. I like Fridays. I have the house to myself, it's about the only time. I just bought my first adult magazine called 'Velvet' which I'm ...dying to check out.Remember, this is the 80's and we weren't rich. No internet yet. No VCR. No porn. No cell-phones. Jack-off material consists of Cosmopolitan magazines, Sears catalogs (full figured bra department) etc. So, not much.My routine, since school started, is to go into my sisters room, get naked, spread out my stuff, and then hump her. John would do all the naughty things that needed to be done - and we definitely needed plenty of naughtiness.It was a slow process. There were many pleasures for him to enjoy and he wanted to savor every one of them. His hand grazed the bottom hem of my flannel PJ top, feeling the individual cotton fibers against the ridges of his palm and fingerprints. It would have tickled me except that I was completely relaxed and ready for him.Slowly, carefully, his hand advanced up my tummy, caressing the. Aaron’s left hand immediately took care of his protests, covering Blake’s mouth to avoid any visits from our captors. Ignoring the boy’s grunts Aaron pushed into Blake’s manhole. Once all the way in he commenced hammering his pole into the distended butt-hole. The entire scene was blowing my mind, and with Aaron’s cock massaging my dick, I soon approached the point of no return. I shot the most blissful load of my life, listening to Aaron’s excited grunts as he too approached climax.. “You have a weird tone.”Thankfully her date rang her bell before I had to answer and she hung up. She texted me later to tell me he was a loser. She didn’t make mention of my tone again, thank God.The guilt helped take a little of the edge off when it came to what I was feeling about Patrick, whatever the hell that was. I guess if I had to express it, I’d say I actually missed the bastard. It was ridiculous. I told myself that every day. We just had sex. It didn’t have to be such a big deal (if.