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by Penny. Penny, who had grown to five ten in her sophomore year in
high school, stood on her tiptoes and kissed Xander, on the cheek this
time. “I love you like a brother,” she whispered, and Xander wondered
why she"d had to say that. What other way would she love him?
They drove over four hundred and fifty miles down the California
coast that day, and they had just made it to the beach at Carlsbad and
checked into a hotel there, when Christian had produced lubricant and a
porn video on his laptop that gave step-by-step instructions.
Xander topped first.
Christian squatted patiently on his hands and knees, holding the
thick sheets of the hotel bed in his fists, while Xander kissed down the
smooth bumps of his spine, the vulnerable curve of his shoulders, the
slight indentation of his long waist. Chris started trembling when Xander
got to the muscular plane of his backside, and Xander gave a playful
nibble at where Chris"s ass met his inner thigh and disappeared into the
secret hollow where all good things were possible.
Chris made a hissing sound and groaned into the pillow. “You, uh,
gonna touch my asshole anytime, Xan? Kinda dying here.”
Xander laughed helplessly—Chris could do that to him. He reached
under Chris"s body and gripped him, stroking slow and strong, which
was how Chris liked it. Chris moaned and grunted and thrust his hips in
rhythm, and Xander fumbled with the lube tube with his other hand. He
managed to spill some down the crack of Chris"s ass, down Chris"s balls,
and on his fingers all at one go. Chris made a little whimper, and a
giggle, and then Xander snicked the lid closed before he dumped any
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more of the stuff, and played carefully with the puckered little entrance
that all that lube was designed for.
Chris"s whole body shuddered, and he went limp, practically
