It was a hot sunny suburban afternoon, in the spring of 1956. Gay still meant jolly and boys could be buddies and fool around without ever having heard the word Homosexual.
Fun was fun, and there was no guilt as long as no one knew.
In the drive way Ken watched Bradley's wiry shoulders as he leaned over the engine of the car he was souping up. ..His blue jeans pants pulled tight over his round reaching backside, looking a like an open hamburger bun. He could see the white of his undershirt peeking through the unbuttoned pink button down oxford that was coming untucked. It wasn't more then few more sweaty minutes of tinkering and sun before he was shirtless. As Ken handed him tools he asked for, he leaned in to run his grey eyes over his best friends tight stomach and deep red nipples. Kneeling to set tools back in the toolbox in the driveway, his friends teenage rump made his mouth water, as its twin curves whited beneath the denim fabric. Buns, there was a reason they were called buns....Ken licked his lips and was suddenly hungry. “Hey why don’t we go the drive in?” Ken suggested quickly sticking his hand in his chinos and jingling his change to cover the stiffness at his crotch.
Fun was fun, and there was no guilt as long as no one knew.
In the drive way Ken watched Bradley's wiry shoulders as he leaned over the engine of the car he was souping up. ..His blue jeans pants pulled tight over his round reaching backside, looking a like an open hamburger bun. He could see the white of his undershirt peeking through the unbuttoned pink button down oxford that was coming untucked. It wasn't more then few more sweaty minutes of tinkering and sun before he was shirtless. As Ken handed him tools he asked for, he leaned in to run his grey eyes over his best friends tight stomach and deep red nipples. Kneeling to set tools back in the toolbox in the driveway, his friends teenage rump made his mouth water, as its twin curves whited beneath the denim fabric. Buns, there was a reason they were called buns....Ken licked his lips and was suddenly hungry. “Hey why don’t we go the drive in?” Ken suggested quickly sticking his hand in his chinos and jingling his change to cover the stiffness at his crotch.
