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ROGER AT THE RANCH
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Roger lived next door to a friend of mine when he was fourteen.
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The house was a gathering place, where people were always welcome,
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and always coming and going. Roger spent a lot of time there,
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watching TV and playing with the other kids. I was there quite a
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bit, too.
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Once summer came, and the temperature became intolerable, people
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spent most of their time inside under the cool air conditioners.
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Roger would wear only a pair of running shorts or cutoffs, and
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sneakers. He had sandy blond hair, blue eyes, an engaging smile, a
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few freckles and a perfectly proportioned, tanned body. He was
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beginning to blossom into manhood, but there was still some "little
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boy" left in him. He was very comfortable with his body. Just
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looking at him made me very aroused, and many times several people
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would be sitting in my friend's house watching TV, and I would be
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watching Roger, discreetly of course, so that no one would notice my
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intense interest in him. As the summer went on, I began going over
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to my friend's house more and more in the hope that Roger would be
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there.
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Then my friends went on vacation, and were gone for a week. I
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missed the company and friendship of going to their house while they
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were gone, and felt lost, with nothing to do. I also missed seeing
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Roger. Then I had an idea.
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I looked up his phone number in the book, and called him. He
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seemed glad to hear from me. I told him of a ranch that I knew,
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where there was a pond for fishing and swimming, and asked him if
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he'd like to go there that afternoon. He was enthusiastic about
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going, and asked his mom. She was happy that he had a chance to do
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something different, and quickly agreed. Besides, it gave her an
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afternoon free to do as she wished.
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When I picked him up, his mom asked where the ranch was, and when
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I thought we'd be back. I told her I could bring him back whenever
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she wanted, and she said that she was going out for the afternoon,
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and wouldn't be back until about six. So that's when we agreed that
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I'd return with Roger. That would give us plenty of time to enjoy
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our afternoon at the ranch.
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We got in the car and headed for the country. Roger was dressed
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in a tee shirt, cut off jeans, calf high white socks and sneakers.
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He looked great. He was happy to be going to the ranch and asked
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about the fishing. I had brought along poles and bait. He had never
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gone fishing before, and was looking foreward to trying it. I also
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reminded him that it's a great swimming hole, too, and since it was
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so hot, it would be good to cool off.
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As we drove along, we also talked about other things that
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interested him, like his bike, skate board, TV, his friends, and
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some of the things that he had done recently. Then he told me that
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his birthday had passed just the week before.
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"Really?" I asked. "Wow! I didn't know that. What did you do, and
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what did you get?"
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"I got a neat nintendo game. It's great. I'm still trying to
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figure it out. I keep trying, and some of my friends have too, but
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we haven't got it right yet. And then Mom makes us stop, cause she
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says we spend too much time at it."
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"That sounds like fun, I'm sure you'll figure it out someday.
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What else did you get?"
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"Oh, just some clothes and stuff like that. I got a cake. That's
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about it."
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"Did you have a party?"
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"Nah. One of my friends came over for cake. And we played
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nintendo."
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"Did you get a birthday spanking?"
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He smiled, and looked down. "Nah. I haven't had a spanking since
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I was a little kid."
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"Well, I'm going to give you a birthday spanking later!" I said
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enthusiastically, with a big grin.
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He looked at me, his pale blue eyes locking on mine and he
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returned the smile, but said nothing.
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The ranch was private, and no one was home there that day. I knew
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that before I called Roger. In fact, I had to go out there that day
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anyway to house sit, because the owners didn't like for it to be left
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unoccupied. That's why I decided to call Roger to begin with.
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The first thing I wanted to do was to get Roger to take his shirt
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off, because his torso was so incredible I wanted to be able to
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enjoy it as much as possible. So I said, "Why don't we cool off
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first, and take a dip?"
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"Okay," he quickly agreed.
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The water was clear and warm. Like all ponds, the bottom was very
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muddy and gooey. I warned him about that as I began to undress.
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Under my pants I was wearing a pair of running shorts. Roger took
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off his shoes, socks and finally his shirt. I felt a tingling in my
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crotch as I got a look at his chest. Though I had seen it many
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times before, in fact had focused on it, I still felt a great
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sensation when I saw it again. Probably because that was the first
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time I had seen him actually remove his shirt. His dark tan, tight
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stomach, navel just abouve his pants line, the faint outline of his
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ribs, his developing arms and pectorals, his perfectly formed pinkish
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brown nipples, with their tips standing out only slightly. It's a
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wonder he didn't notice my bulge beginning to take shape.
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I decided to get under the water to hide it as soon as I could,
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so I said, "Last one in gets dunked!"
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"No way!" he yelled, as he ran for the pond. We both jumped in at
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about the same time, and agreed to call it a tie. But then I dunked
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him any way.
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"No fair!" he sputtered when he came back up. He then jumped at
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me and attempted to dunk me. Since I'm much bigger than he was then,
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it was much harder for him to dunk me. He ended up climbing all over
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me to get my head under the water. Then, when I came up, I
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threatened to retaliate and lunged for him. We frolicked and
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wrestled in this way for some time. It was an incredible feeling to
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be that close to him. He was having a lot of fun, and it was the
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first time I'd ever touched him. It was exhilirating to put my arm
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around his back and feel my hand move slowly across the warmth of his
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stomach, his back, his arms, his chest. A couple of times, I even
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felt my fingers move lightly across his nipples. By the time we were
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both out of breath from all the frolicking, I had a raging hard on.
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He was ready to get out of the pond and try his hand at fishing.
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I stayed in the water for a couple of minutes after he got out, to
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try and get my erection under control. Only after I felt that he
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wouldn't notice did I get out. After he first got out of the water,
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before he had time to dry, I noticed that Roger had goose bumps on
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his arms. The little bumps of goose flesh were all over his biceps
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and shoulders, and droplets of water were glistening over them as
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well as the occsional small, golden colored hairs that were on his
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forearm. His nipples were now completely puckered, the tips standing
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out much farther, surrounded by still more goose flesh. The sight
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took my breath away. Once again, my cock was getting hard. I
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crossed my legs to try and hide it.
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We got the fishing gear out, and I showed him how it all worked as
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we let the hot summer breeze dry us off. His interest and enthusiasm
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for learning something new was genuine, and we began fishing. After
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a few minutes, I excused myself by saying that I had to go to the
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bathroom. Instead I went to the car and got a copy of a sex magazine
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that I had stashed under the seat that morning. My plan was to plant
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the magazine in a place where Roger would "find" it, and then just
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see how he reacted. I put the magazine under a bush near the car and
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returned to my fishing pole.
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Unfortunately, the fish weren't biting, and after about another
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twenty minutes, his interest began to wane. His mind wandered, and
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he began getting bored.
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"You getting tired of this?" I asked.
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"A little."
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"Want to quit for awhile?"
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"Yeah, I guess so. What should we do now?"
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"Well--" I paused, pretending to think. "I know. I have a frisbee
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in the car. We could toss that around."
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He shrugged. "Sure, that's okay." He wasn't real enthused about
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playing frisbee, and neither was I, but my plan was working
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perfectly. I led him to the car and grabbed the frisbee from the back
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seat. We tossed it back and forth a few times, and each time I threw
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it closer to the bush where the magazine was. He got bored with
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frisbee real fast, and I knew that it was time to aim for the bush,
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because he would want to quit doing this before long.
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My aim was off. I over threw it, and it went over the top of the
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bush. He scowled a little because he had to chase it into the
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bushes. I was afraid that he'd go around the other side of the bush
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and not see the magazine. He started walking toward it slowly. I
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watched with anticipation to see which way he'd go. He hesitated,
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looking both ways. Then he headed straight for the magazine. He
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walked right up to it, then past it to pick up the frisbee. He saw
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the magazine out of the corner of his eye as he went by and I saw him
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look down at it. As he came back with the frisbee in his hand, he
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stopped and picked up the magazine.
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"Hey! Look at this!" he yelled as he picked it up.
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"What have you found?" I acted surprised, and walked toward him.
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He opened it up and quickly thumbed through it. "A dirty
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magazine."
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"Oh, really?" I tried to sound like I mildly disapproved. "Let's
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see." I began looking through it.
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He handed it to me. "It was under that bush," he said pointing
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towards it.
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I found a particularly explicit picture of a beautiful woman with
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her legs spread wide, her pussy in plain view. I opened the magazine
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wide, certain that Roger could see it. "Yep, it's got nude pictures
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in it for sure." His eyes were glued to the picture.
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After a few seconds, I turned the pages again until I found
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another hot picture. In that one, she had a vibrator inside her. I
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snickered, then turned the page again. The picture on one side of
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the page showed two women, one eating out the other. In the picture
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on the opposite side, a man was with them, and both women were
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licking his hard cock.
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"Wow," I said in a low voice, "this IS a dirty magazine." Of
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course, I wasn't really looking at the magazine. I was showing it to
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Roger, and trying to make it look like I didn't want him to see it.
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Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his reaction. His eyes were
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glued to it, as I expected that they would be. It had his complete
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attention.
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"I wonder how that got there?" I asked rhetorically as I closed
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the magazine and looked at it's cover.
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"I don't know," he responded, and shrugged.
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"Well, I'll take it inside and leave it there. It shouln't be out
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here." I got the key to the house that had been left for me, and we
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went inside. I laid the magazine down on the coffee table.
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"Do you want a coke, Roger?" I asked.
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"Yeah, sure."
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I went to the kitchen to get our drinks. I stayed in there longer
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than I needed to because I wanted to give Roger a chance to look at
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the magazine some more. After two or three minutes, I loudly
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returned to the living room, to tip him off that I was coming back so
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that he wouldn't "get caught" looking at it. I handed Roger his coke
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and noticed that the magazine had been moved. I looked at Roger and
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smiled and winked. Was that a bulge growing in his pants?
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I sat next to him, and we drank our sodas. I asked him if he
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wanted to go fishing again. He didn't. I asked if he wanted to go
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swimming again. He shrugged. I leaned over and poked him in the
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ribs and said, "Well, what DO you want to do?" and laughed and
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tickled him.
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He laughed and reached over to tickle me and said, "I don't know."
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I tickled him some more, then he tickled me some more. I reached
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around him and rolled onto the floor, pulling him with me. He was on
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top of me, then I was on top of him. The tickling continued. Then
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he tried to get away, and I playfully held him down. He tried to
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tickle me some more, to make me let him go. We laughed and giggled,
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and rolled around some more.
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"I got you!" I yelled.
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"Huh-uh! I got YOU!" he yelled back.
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As we did this, of course my hands were all over his upper body,
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and his were all over mine. Once again I enjoyed the sensation of
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feeling the warmth of his deeply tanned skin, running my fingers
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gently (and not so gently) across his arms, stomach, ribs, chest and
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back. I consciously tried to touch his nipples discreetly, and my
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hand brushed over them quickly a few times. The feeling was
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sensational.
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At one point we both stopped to catch our breaths, and I was
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laying with my head on his chest. I twisted around so that I could
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see his left nipple. His chest was moving up and down as his
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breathing was somewhat labored. I could feel his heart beat, and
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told him so. "Boy, it's really pumping," I said, and moved my hand
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to his heart, over the nipple.
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"I hope so!" he said.
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"Thump. Thump. Thump," I said, imitating the sound. I moved my
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hand so that the tip of my index finger was laying gently on his
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nipple. Then I slowly, and lightly, began moving it around. Roger
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just lay there, saying nothing. I moved my thumb over the nipple,
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too, and then brought the thumb and forefinger together and gently
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squeezed the tip of his nipple. He still didn't react. So I moved
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both my finger and thumb around some more, faster and faster, harder
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and harder, and then squeezed again. By now the nipple was quite
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puckered and hard.
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"Ow!" he said, trying to hide a giggle. He began tickling me, and
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we started all over again.
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This time, I was slightly more bold. I made sure that I tickled
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directly on his nipples several times. He never protested, but
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responded in kind by tickling me on my nipples. I guess he thought
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that one good turn deserved another, or he just wanted to give me a
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taste of my own medicine. Either way, I loved it!
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As we continued, I reached down and touched his knee, and ran my
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hand along his leg. He began thrashing his legs about, but didn't
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really try to make me stop. He rolled more or less on top of me, and
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sort of pinned me with his legs. I tickled him with one hand, which
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made him wiggle around, and I ran my other hand down his back, from
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his shoulder to the top of his pants. Since he was laying on me,
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still pinning me, his movements as I tickled him were an incredible
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sensation, and directly stimulated my cock, which was of course
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rather hard anyway. He seemed to be pushing his own crotch against
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mine intentionally, or was that my imagination? While I continued to
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tickle him, I moved my other hand onto his pants, and down one of the
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cheeks of his bottom. I could feel his muscles get taught and loose
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again as he continued to move around. My breath was escaping in
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short gasps and I thought that this must surely be a dream from which
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I would soon awaken.
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I squeezed his bottom tightly and pulled him down onto me even
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tighter. The soft flesh of his ass filled my hand through his jeans.
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At that point, I nearly exploded. He was on top of me, stimulating
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my raging hard on with his own crotch, and my hand was squeezing his
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most incredible ass.
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But I didn't want it to end yet. So I rolled him off of me, and
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looked at him. He seemed a little startled. I'm not sure if it's
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because I threw him off so easily, or if it was because what we were
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doing felt so good. Before he could react further, I tickled him
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some more in the ribs. He doubled over and started laughing again,
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bringing his knees up for protection. I squeezed his knee with one
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hand, and then moved it up and squeezed the outside of his thigh.
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Then I moved my hand to the inside of his thigh, and rested it on the
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blue denim of his cut offs. It was a place that felt very good, like
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standing just outside the gate to heaven. After a while, I gently
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squeezed him there, very close to his crotch. One of his hands came
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up immediately and picked up my hand and moved it away. It happened
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so fast that it had to have been instinctive rather than a conscious
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move. He never stopped giggling or tickling me with his other hand.
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By now I was out of breath again. I stopped tickling him, and
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once again laid my head on his chest. He tried to tickle me a
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couple of more times, but quickly got the message that I needed a
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break.
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"Is your heart still pounding?" I asked as I positioned my head.
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"Yep. Thump. Thump. Thump." I moistened my finger with my tongue and
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moved it toward his nipple again. I swiftly, but gently moved my
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finger across just the tip of it, and it became moist. After about a
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half a minute, both my finger and his nipple were dry. I moved my
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head over and put my tongue on his nipple, and slowly and gently
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began moving it around. Then I closed my lips over it. At first, he
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didn't react. Then he stopped me by saying he wanted to sit up, and
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he started to move. I sat up, too, and looked him in the eye. He
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looked back, and raised both eyebrows at the same time.
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"I need to sit up now," he said.
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"Yeah. Is your gut sore from laughing?" I smiled.
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"Yeah. I just want to rest for awhile."
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"Do you want another coke?"
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"Sure." He went with me to the kitchen to get it.
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We took our cokes outside to drink, then decided to swim again.
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It was very refreshing. I tried to start some horse play in the
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water, but he clearly wasn't interested. He just wanted to play in
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the water. After we got out and air dried, we went back inside again.
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This time as we approached the living room, he jumped on my back,
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throwing his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. It
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was truly a surprise attack. I couldn't do much except to carry him
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over to the couch and just sit down, pinning him behind me. After a
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brief, good natured struggle, he was sitting beside me on the couch.
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He looked on the coffee table, reached for the magazine and said,
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"I want to look at this."
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I contemplated my response. Should I express disapproval, and
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then "cave in" and let him look? Or should I just agree, and look
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with him? "Well," I started, "I don't know if you should-- but since
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you're the one who found it, I guess it's okay. Just don't tell
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anybody I let you, though, okay?"
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"Sure," he shrugged as he opened it up.
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We looked at it for about ten minutes or so. He saw all of the
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best pictures, and there was no question about what the obvious
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bulge in his pants meant. I took the magazine and showed him one
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final picture, an explicit blow job, and then laid the magazine down.
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I decided that it was time to start getting serious.
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I began tickling him again, but this time it wasn't the same. He
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sensed it too. The pattern of our tickling, our horse play, was that
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one of us would "attack" the other, and then the other would
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retaliate. So after I tickled him, I got up and sat on the floor,
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knowing that he would follow me and "get even". As I stood up, my
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own erection was obvious through my running shorts. Roger looked at
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it. Then he came after me on the floor and the tickling contest was
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on again. There was a sense of urgency about it now. As if, this
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time, we weren't doing it just for the fun it created, but because it
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was leading to something else.
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I remained in a sitting position with my legs out in front of me,
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and before long Roger was laying across my lap, on his stomach, his
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bottom up and directly on my lap. I tickled him a couple more times,
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and he giggled again, and wiggled a bit.
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Then he reminded me of something that I had forgotten. "I thought
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you were going to spank since I just had a birthday."
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"Oh YEAH! I completely forgot about that! I sure am glad you
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reminded me."
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He giggled.
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"I sure would have hated to miss out on that," I said, as I laid
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my had on his bottom. "How old did you say you are?"
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"Fourteen," he said quickly.
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"Okay. Here we go. ONE!" Smack. "TWO!" Smack. "THREE!" Smack,
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harder this time.
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"Ouch!" he said.
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"FOUR!" Smack, harder again.
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"OW!" he wiggled a little.
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"Where was I? I forgot. Oh, yeah. TWO!" Smack.
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"No, you were at five!" he giggled.
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"No, no, no. THREE!" Smack, harder still. "FOUR!" Smack!
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"OUCH!" he was still laughing.
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"Let's see. How high are we counting? I forget?"
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"Fourteen."
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"Oh, that's right. THREE!" SMACK.
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"No, you were higher than that!"
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"Where was I?"
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"SIX."
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"Nah. THREE!" SMACK. "FOUR!" SMACK. "FIVE!" SMACK!
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"OW! THAT HURTS!" He was laughing harder now, and just waiting
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for more.
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"FOUR!" SMACK! "FIVE!" SMACK! "SIX!" SMACK!! "SEVEN!" SMACK!!
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SMACK!! "FIVE!" SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!
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"NO! That's NOT right!"
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We were both laughing more now than at any time all day. I
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eventually reached fourteen, plus "one to grow on", "one for good
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measure", etc. My hand was VERY sore by the time I finished,
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because I had hit him quite hard most of the time. I imagined that
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his bottom was also red.
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We kept our positions for a minute, once again to catch our
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breaths. I looked at his back, and got an idea. "Now that I've
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spanked you, I'll give you a birthday present."
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"What?" he asked.
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"A back rub. I know how to give great back rubs. I was taught
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by a person who gives massages for a living. It'll be great."
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"Okay." He wasn't thrilled, but he was willing.
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I moved my legs out from under him, and straddled him, sitting on
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his undoubtedly sore bottom. I then began to massage his back.
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After a couple of minutes, he was completely relaxed, and his eyes
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closed. Occassionally he would utter a "Mmmmm..." sound, indicating
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approval.
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My position was such so that I could rock on my legs. I began
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rocking above his buttocks as I moved my hands across his back. But
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before long my pivots got lower and lower until I could feel my cock
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rubbing against his soft buttocks. The feeling was tremendous. And
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once again, my plan was working out just fine. He opened his eyes
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and looked back over his shoulder to watch what I was doing. He
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raised his bottom up so that closer contact could be made. I
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continued to rub my cock into his bottom until I could push it no
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further into his crack. At this point our pants were an obstruction
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that I knew would have to go. I also knew that he was ready for the
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next step because he had so obviously raised his bottom up to meet my
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thrusts.
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What next? My mind was racing. I decided to do what had been
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working all afternoon: tickling. But I stood on my knees first, to
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encourage him to roll over. When I stood to my knees, I looked down
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at myself. My cock head was sticking out the top of my shorts,
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soaked with pre cum. I made no attempt to cover it, and just began
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tickling Roger.
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He rolled over immediately, and he saw my cock. "Look at that!"
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he pointed to it.
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I smiled and kept tickling him. "Yeah? What about it?" I sat
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back down on him so he wouldn't roll over again.
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"Your dick's showing! Ha Ha Ha!" He began tickling me back.
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I reached down and pulled it out further. "So what?" I laughed,
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and stroked it a couple of times. I grabbed his hands with mine and
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forced them to the floor above his head and held them down. This
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forced me to lay on top of him, with my exposed hard cock rubbing
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against his belly. I thrust on him there a few times, but nearly
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came, so I stopped. Not quite yet.
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I was resting my head on his shoulder now, and turned toward him.
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My mouth was nearly in his ear. "I want to see yours, too," I said
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very softly. With that, I kissed his neck, and ran my tongue across
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his cheek. I looked at him and smiled. He didn't respond.
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Without getting up any further that was necessary, I reached down
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and unfastened his cut offs. After unzipping them I pulled them down
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around his thighs. I felt his cock for the first time by wrapping my
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hand around it quickly, gently. He took a deep breath and closed his
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eyes as I moved my fingers over his balls. That, too, must have
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tickled. I rolled off of him. I pulled his pants off completely. His
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tan line was obvious. The dark skin of his belly and legs gave way
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to almost paper white skin everywhere in between. His fourteen year
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old cock was throbbing- hard. It was probably about four inches
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long, just a nice mouth full. His balls had no hair on them at all,
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and his blondish brown pubic hair was clustered in a neat little
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mound. I looked at him and smiled. He just looked back intently,
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and lay there. He was waiting for me to take the lead the rest of the
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way.
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I pulled off my own running shorts next, and Roger looked closely
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at my equipment. Needless to say, I also had a throbbing hard on.
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Since I was a few years older than Roger, I had considerably more
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hair and also a much larger cock, easily twice the size of his. He
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seemed impressed with it. He was probably wondering if his would
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grow as large.
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I leaned over and began stroking his cock, careful not to over do
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it. I still wasn't ready. I'd been building up to this all
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afternoon, I didn't want it to end before I was done. I encouraged
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him to take mine in his hand and do the same, which he did without
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hesitating. We stroked each other for several minutes, and with my
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other hand I caressed all of his body that I could reach, his legs,
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stomach, chest, neck, arms. I leaned over and first licked, then
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sucked, his nipples and experienced great satisfaction when I did.
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Then I began nibbling on his ear, neck and, finally, his mouth. He
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wasn't exactly sure about that, but he let me put my tongue in his
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mouth. I sucked on his lip and he finally met my tongue with his and
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we kissed deeply for several minutes. And my cock began to throb
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even more.
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I leaned down and finally began to suck his cock. I went very
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slow, letting him enjoy each step. I ran my tongue up and down the
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shaft, then over his balls. He flinched a little, but then settled
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down. I continued to lick his balls for a while, then went back up
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the shaft and rolled my tongue over the head of his boy-cock. He
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began squirming a little, and so I plunged my mouth down, taking in
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the whole thing. He took a deep breath and put both of his hands on
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my head and started rubbing it. He took another deep breath. Then
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another. A low groan then escaped his lips, he tensed up, and then
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exhaled a long "aaahhhhh". I felt the warm fluid squirt into my
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mouth, and tasted it's bitterness, and continued to move my tongue
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over his cock head, moving his warm cum around his cock and my mouth.
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Another burst of cum, bigger than the first then exploded into my
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mouth again. I began to gag, but then was able to swallow it all. He
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relaxed, looked at me and then closed his eyes. I smiled at him and
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let him relax for a few minutes.
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Then I asked him to roll over. I wasn't sure if I really want to
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fuck him, but I did want to look at, and feel, his ass. When he
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rolled over, I saw how red it was from the spanking. His deeply
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tanned back gave way to his very white bottom, which turned red where
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I had spanked him, and then white again, which flowed to his deeply
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tanned legs. I almost came at the sight of it. I caressed his
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buttocks for several minutes, and asked him if they were sore.
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"Naw. They feel pretty good right now." He grabbed my cock and
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began stroking it again. "Wow, that's REALLY big!" he said.
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"Yeah, I know."
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"I bet it's too big to fit back there, huh?" His voice cracked.
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He wasn't sure about this.
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"Could be. I don't want to hurt you." I couldn't believe that he
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had even brought it up.
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"You want to try?"
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"I can if you want me to." My heart was leaping!
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"Okay."
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"I've got to start by getting you ready." I leaned over and began
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reaming him. He sucked a deep breath. Moving slowly, I put a
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finger, then two in as far as I could, and wiggled them about. He
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groaned.
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"How does that feel?"
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"Good. Real good." He said slowly. I wished I had brought along
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some vaseline, but instead had to settle for spit.
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I lubricated first his hole, then my cock. "Okay. get on your
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hands and knees," I ordered him. He complied immediately, and I
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asked, "Are you ready?"
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He nodded. I placed my cock head at his opening and began
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pushing. At first his whole body pushed foreward. I told him to
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push back against me, and then it started to go in. He groaned as I
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pushed in further and further.
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"Do you want me to stop?"
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"Huh-uh. More!"
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I got in about three quarters of the way before I started to pull
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back out. It was the tightest thing I'd ever fucked, and if I could
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get "in the groove" with enough lubrication, I knew that it would be
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great, but to begin with I was more concerned about not hurting him,
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and getting enough lubrication. As I pulled out so that only my
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cock head was still inside him, I again spit on my hand and rubbed
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it on the shaft. I thrust in again. Again he groaned, louder this
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time. I pulled back. This time I could get enough spit on it to make
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it work. But I was out of spit. So I held my hand down in front of
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Roger's mouth and said, "Spit in my hand. A couple of times."
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That was all it took. I thrust in and back out again, then again,
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going in a little deeper each time. Each time he groaned, and I kept
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asking if he wanted me to quit. He just shook his head no and kept
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groaning. After awhile I was in all the way.
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I bent over him and wrapped my arms around his chest. "Hold on!"
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It was finally time. I began thrusting more quickly, in and out,
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in and out, in and out. He stopped groaning after awhile. I began
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licking his ear as my breathing increased. It was so tight! My
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thrusts became faster and I took deeper and deeper breaths. Roger
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|
began moving with me, carried away by my ecstasy. Moving in unison.
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Faster. Faster. It was tight, sooooo tight! And it felt sooo good to
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be in there, sooo good to be wrapped around him! Soooo tight! Soooo
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good! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
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I rolled over and lay on my back next to him. He was as out of
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breath as I was. We looked at each other for a long time.
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"Happy birthday, Roger."
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The End, Whew!
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