Trust Me (61 page)
I
leaned
across
him
and
gently
touched
his
stomach
and
began
caressing
him.
He
responded
before
he
woke,
an
erection
nearly
as
large
as
the
one
he
had
our
first
encounter
began
to
form
beneath
his
white
briefs,
and
I
had
to
bite
my
tongue
to
keep
from
giggling.
He
stirred,
but
he
didn’t
wake,
so
I
decided
to
go
one
step
further
and
slowly
pulled
him
out
of
his
pants.
With
him
asleep
I
had
the
opportunity
to
examine
him
closer,
and
explore
him
more
thoroughly.
Unlike
most
of
the
men
in
my
father’s
German
videos,
Buddy
was
circumcised;
it
was
an
amazing
and
interesting
sight,
and
I
thought
he
looked
much
better
than
the
men
I
saw in
pictures.
I
licked
his
erection,
and
sucked
on
him
until
he
stirred
and
opened
his
eyes.
He
stared
at
me
in
shock
and
alarm,
but
didn’t
say
anything.
I
think
he
was
enjoying
the
act
as
well
as
the
fear
of
being
caught
as
much
as
I
was.
When
I
felt
him
pulsating
in
my
hand,
I
stopped
and
looked
at
him.
He
didn’t
say
anything;
he
just
stared
at
me,
as
though
I
were
a
dream.
I
crawled
up
his
long
body
and
lay
on
top
of
him.
I
kissed
him
very
softly
at
first,
but
he
quickly
got
involved
and
kissed
me
back.
I
loved
it; his
need
was
throbbing
against
my
leg,
and
he
moaned
deeply
into
my
mouth.
I
had
never
felt
so
erotic.
When
we
finally
broke
free
of
each
other,
he
said
he
thought
I
was
angry
with
him.
Well,
I
was,
for
a
while,
but
then
I
realized
we
just
needed
to
keep
working
at
sex
until
we
got
it
right.
He
agreed
and
I
found
myself
under
him
in
his
bed,
his
parents
asleep
down
the
hall,
his
little
sister
next
door.
I
couldn’t
believe
how
impossible
it
was
to
be
quiet,
but
we
managed
it.
This
time,
he
didn’t
enter
me
as
soon
as
he
had
the
first
time;
instead,
he
played
with
me
and
used
his
fingers
to
explore
me.
I
felt
the
tip
of
hi
rubber
clad
penis
press
against
me,
but
he
didn’t
move; he
just
held
it
there
and
looked
at
me
as
if
he
needed
permission,
which
I
gave
him.
We
found
a
mutual
ground
for
having
sex
that
night.
He
would
come
and
visit
me
in
the
barn
after
his
chores,
and
we
would
spend
an
hour
or
so
playing
before
we
went
our
separate
ways.
This
continued
the
rest
of
the
summer,
but
the
week
before
school
started
Buddy
had
to
go
into
town
with
his
mother
to
do
some
clothes
shopping.
My
father
was
in
the
house
working
on
something
to
do
with
a
new
project
his
company
was
introducing
to
the
public
when
Buddy’s
older
brother,
we’ll
call
him
#2,
showed
up.
I
was
just
coming
out
of
the
barn,
having
spent
the
afternoon
in
a
very
intense
session
of
masturbation…my
favorite
pastime
when
Buddy
wasn’t
around.
#2
was
two
years
Buddy’s
senior,
rather
an
arrogant
bugger,
and
due
to
go
to
university
the
following
week.
He
said
he
had
been
watching
Buddy,
and
I
sneak
around
all
summer,
and
he
should
tell
his
parents
about
it,
or
my
father.
I
begged
him
not
to,
but
he
just
laughed
at
me,
he
said
I
was
a
foolish
child
with
a
body
too
mature
for
my
own
good.
He
was
staring
at
my
breasts,
as
though
he
were
a
starving
man
eager
for
a
morsel
of
food.
This
gave
me
an
idea.
I
offered
him
my
body
in
exchange
for
his
silence,
after
all
he
was
leaving
soon,
and
it
wouldn’t
matter
to
him
one
way
or
the
other.
As
I
expected,
he
agreed,
but
instead
of
going
back
into
the
barn,
he
pulled
me
with
him
to
the
back
of
the
old
structure.
He
pulled
his
pants
down
to
his
knees,
and
then
forced
me
to
mine.
Up
until
then,
Buddy
had been my only
lover;
I
had
never
had
another
boy
and
especially
one
who
was
experienced.
He
was
rough,
bordering
cruel,
and
he
was
relentless
as
he
forced
his
penis
into
my
mouth
and
down
my
throat.
Several
long
fearful
minutes
passed
until
I
had
satisfied
#2
enough
that
he
let
me
stand
back
up. He
ordered
me
to
remove
my
shorts
and
top; he
wanted
me
naked.
This
was
extremely
dangerous; my
father
may
come
looking
for
me,
or
one
of
the
neighbors
might
see
us.
The
area
in
which
we
lived
was
very
close-knit and
everyone
watched
out
for
everyone
else.
You
couldn’t
sneeze
without
someone
hearing
about
it.
This,
however,
didn’t
bother
him.
Once
I
was
naked
he
pushed
me
against
the
barn
and
lifted
one
leg.
He
was
not
gentle
like
Buddy;
he
was
very
forceful.
It
was
strange,
but
I
actually
found
myself
enjoying
it.
The
hard
thrusts,
the
brutal
grip
he
had
on
me; it
was
all
exciting,
not
that
there
was
anything
wrong
with
the
way
I
had
sex
with
Buddy,
but
this
was
a
unique
experience,
and
I
thought
that
perhaps
I
wouldn’t
mind
doing
it
again.