Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

* * * * * When I wake up, it's light outside, and Freddy is gone.

There's a note on the counter:

YouK, here's the story. Zack snores. It woke me up, and I moved to the sofa. I could still hear it, so I moved to the dock. I crashed on a chair there.

When I tell the story, you say 'there are two empty beds in the loft of the A-frame.' I pretend I didn't know and move my shit. I don't sleep in the loft.

Freddy

P.S. We're going to need more condoms.

Freddy's plan goes off like clockwork, only I don't have to say "there are two empty beds in the loft of the A-frame." My sister beats me to it. Before breakfast, Freddy's things are in the loft.

That morning, I talk to Steven. Staying true to our deal, I tell him I had taken a Chance with Freddy.

"How'd you score that?" he asks.

"I didn't. He did. I was a pawn."

I tell him the whole story, leaving out nothing. I know it titillates him. He confirms what I know.

"Wow, that sounds hot."

"It was."

"Are you going to do it again?"

"Do you mind?"

"Nope . . . . You know the rules."

Our rules are simple: 1. Be safe. 2. Share the details. Every last one of them.

"I do."

"Take notes."

"I will."

After breakfast, everyone retreats to change into swimwear. As soon as we are in the A-Frame, Freddy's hands are on me. As soon as my shorts are off, he's on his knees, his mouth working me to full mast.

We don't have much time, so I start moving with him. When he starts moaning in rhythm with my movements, I ask "You like that"?

"Mmm hmmm."

"You want my sweet load?"

"Mmm hmmm."

"Look at me."

He does, raising his eyes. I love the view, his innocent blue eyes looking up at me as my cock sliding in and out of his mouth betrays their innocence.

I stare into his eyes as I approach the finish line. When I say "here it comes," he pulls off and has me coat his face. I don't remember telling him I love giving facials, but I do. I'd much rather mark a guy than have him gulp it down. I coat his cheek and chin.

I stand Freddy up and admire my artistry. I wipe some off his face and hold it out to him on my finger. He opens his mouth and slowly sucks my finger clean, his eyes never leaving mine. It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I answer by sloppily licking his face clean. He tries to kiss me as I do, but I won't let him. I've got one thing on my mind and one thing only.

I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. I want to add his to what I've swallowed of mine. I take him all the way down and moan around him.

"Oh fuck," I hear.

"I'm not going to last long," I hear.

"I'm gonna come . . . . I'm gonna come," I hear.

He does. I keep at him. I'm trying to suck the life out of him. I think I almost do, his knees bucking as his back slams against the hallway paneling and he slides to the floor.

We're the last two to the dock, Freddy in oversized orange and white board shorts and me in bright red trunks.

My sister misses nothing. "What took you two so long?" she asks.

"We each had to drop a deuce," I answer, trying to shock her into silence. It doesn't work.

"Whoever went first didn't have to wait for whoever went second."

She had me there. In fact, the idea that one of us was waiting for the other to finish eliminating is nonsensical.

"I didn't wait," Freddy chimes in. "I dropped and then went upstairs, changed, and called my parents. I promised I'd call them daily, and I keep my promises."