THE DEADHEADS OF NO HOPE by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay and bi sexuality.
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RECORD STORE DATE (Beginning)
After saying goodbye to McKinley on Friday, when their sleep-over finally wrapped up, Remy spent the next hour and a half in his room, taking hits off a bowl and working on a sketch of his new bro. He wanted to get it as finished as possible, so he could show Wren when she arrived, but even as rough as the drawing still was, Remy saw he was doing a superb job catching Mick's smooth-muscled beauty.
To aid him in remembering his bro's naked body as he worked, Remy kept replaying the porn clip Wren made of Mick and him on his flat-screen, volume turned up loud. Wren's porn was choice for a whole host of reasons, not least of which it was the only porn where Remy didn't have to bother muting the volume in order to listen to tunes as he watched, because Wren used some of his favorite jams for her soundtrack.
At one point, Remy got a text from Willy, confirming their run and workout tomorrow morning. Remy told him a new bro of his would be joining them. Willy asked who it was, and in reply Remy just sent him a copy of Wren's porn clip. About ten minutes later, Willy sent back a text that was mostly a string of emojis -- tongues, thumbs up, eggplants, devils, peaches, and flames -- along with "DOOOOOOOOD!!!!! HOT AF!!!!!!!!"
Remy texted back, with a wink emoji, then asked Willy if he was still on to watch the Vikings game at his place on Sunday. Hell yes!
Remy texted Trey, too, double-checking that he'd be there Sunday as well, and his bro quickly confirmed. Remy texted back to see if Trey could sleep over Saturday, with Wren and him, but Trey said he'd be at Njeri's.
Remy checked in with Mayo and learned he and Lee would definitely be there for Game Day, and Mayo wondered could he also bring his running buddy, Ty? Fine with Remy, who knew Ty only slightly from their PE class, but very much liked what he saw.
Remy was psyched. Some smoking hot dudes were coming over on Sunday, including his sexy new bro, McKinley. His first big-time boy-orgy! Epic!
Wren texted to say she'd arrived. Remy quickly slipped into a jock, not wanting to be naked in case one of the many dog-walking seniors in the neighborhood happened to be strolling by when he opened the door for his girl. He didn't want people to start thinking of Ava and him as trailer-trash.
As usual, his girlfriend took his breath away. She looked like an elegant, high-fashion, super-sexy slut.
She had Remy's Packers cap, charmingly too big for her, turned sideways on her head. Her shirt was a men's size-medium, lightning-bolt-and-skull-logo Grateful Dead concert T, which totally impressed Remy -- it was oversized on her and, combined with the ball cap, gave her a sexy gamine look. Completing her outfit were her super-micro denim booty shorts, worn over black fishnet stockings, and her usual pair of Doc Martens.
They hugged immediately, breathlessly confessing their love to each other.
As he ushered Wren into the front hall and closed the door, Remy complimented his girl on the Dead T. Wren told Remy she'd found it at Ragstock, shopping with Njeri, a day after their first glorious weekend together. She told him she'd been planning to wear it to school one day this past week, to surprise him, but then decided to wait for their big first date.
"Speaking of clothes, aren't you a bit overdressed for lounging around the house, my inveterately nude Lord?"
"Didn't want any neighbors seeing me bare-ass when I opened the door for you, thinking Ava and I were some Tabacky Road hillbilly family."
"As disappointed as I am not seeing you naked, I utterly adore the outfit you've got on."
She pulled him close for a kiss and wildly groped the boy's long, mouth-watering thickness stretching out the jock's thin, mesh pouch.
"Anyway, Creamy Dreamy, I suppose you do have to get dressed for our date. You can't go into Ollie's record store dressed like that -- even though I somehow feel Ollie would love it if he saw you in it."
Remy's eyes lit up as his face broke into a smile.
"I'd love hanging out at Ollie's in just a jock -- `specially if he was wearing one, too! But hell Wren, that's a superb idea for our first date, shopping for used records! Fucking love going to Ollie's store! We can buy a bunch of records and come back here and spin discs all night."
"Ta-da! My scrupulously planned date in its entirety. Along with a plethora of sex."
Remy had a far-away look in his eyes suddenly. He was stoned and horny and couldn't stop thinking about how hot it would be to be bare-assed with Ollie Caliber in his record store, both of them cruising each other in jocks.
Unknown to Remy, Wren had been flooding his mind with that porn-scenario, the hotness of which had overwhelmed her ever since Remy mentioned it.
"Damn, Wren -- I'm obsessed now with thinking about Ollie and me, getting sexy, wearing jockstraps. That's a seriously hot fantasy for me, being with Ollie. Dude's so fucking gorgeous. We flirt all the time when I'm in his store."
"I know."
"You know? What? How? You got a tail on me, Wren? You been stalking me?"
"Of course, Remy! And why shouldn't I stalk you? You're easily the most stalkable boy who's ever lived!"
Then Wren came clean, explaining to Remy why she'd chosen Ollie Caliber's used record store for their first date, informing him that it was in Ollie's, over the summer, that she'd first seen Remy.
He drew a complete, confused blank.
While leaving out the part about having used magic over the summer to summon him to her, Wren proceeded to recount the blissful memory of the first sighting of her young god, while shopping for used records at Ollie's. She told him how excited she'd got, browsing through the used bins, when her glorious young Lord sauntered in.
Wren described in detail how hot he looked that July afternoon, remembering exactly what he was wearing -- super-tight wife-beater, British Army khaki walking shorts, and flip-flops.
Wren got quite animated as she recalled how turned on she got watching Remy and Ollie cruise each other that day. She shyly added about how she'd even tried flirting with Remy herself a little, too.
Suddenly, the memory of that day clicked for Remy.
"Fuck, Wren -- that was you!? I remember seeing this really hot girl one day in the store last summer, a couple of weeks after we moved here. But your hair was different then, right? Pink or something?"
"That's right, Remy."
"And yeah, I remember now, you were totally flirting with me! Asking me about records and shit. Damn! You flirted with me back in July, and I didn't even know it was you! That's mind-blowing hot, Wren!"
Then Remy connected up another part of the puzzle.
"So that's why you freaked out when you saw me that first day of school, in English class -- cause you remembered seeing me over the summer, at the record store! I get it now."
Not exactly, Remy, Wren thought guiltily, but close enough.
Remy was lost in his thoughts of that day last summer, trying to work out all the details, now that he knew it was his first -- and hence, totally sacred -- encounter with Wren.
"Yeah, I remember thinking how wild it was a hot girl at Ollie's was into me enough to flirt with me. It was a total turn-on. I felt horny as fuck for you, Wren."
"You were the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, Remy. I'd never flirted with a boy before, ever, in my entire life until that day. I didn't even know how to, I just knew I had to."
"You looked so fucking hot, Wren, you even turned on a gay boy. I couldn't help getting flirty back. But then, I remember, I sort of pulled back -- because it seemed wrong for a seriously gay dude to flirt with a straight girl. Which obviously I was wrong as fuck about -- both your straightness, and about it not being cool for gay boys to flirt with girls."
"Remy, I actually got super-wet in the record store that day -- just from staring at you, at how hot and sexy you were. I remember I was looking through the 'Used Broadway' bin when I started hitting on you. You were asking me about some records, and I was, like, putting my hand on your arm, just needing to touch your beautiful body. It was thrilling! I seriously thought I was going to pass out!"
Remy suddeny felt the memory of that day take vivid shape in his mind (it was Wren, of course, channeling her own vivid memories over to him).
"Right! Talking about records, that was my cornball way of trying to hit on you, to ask you about Joni Mitchell, cause I noticed earlier, when I first started vibing on the super-unknown hot girl in the store, that you were looking at Joni Mitchell albums."
"Right! I found a copy of SONGS TO A SEAGULL that day!"
"I was so damn turned on by you, Wren, I didn't want to stop flirting. I didn't even know what the fuck I was saying. I have zero game to spit with girls, obviously, so I just blurted out some bullshit about records because I just wanted to stay next to you."
"That's so swooningly romantic! I remember you asking me which were the best Joni Mitchell albums."
"That's right! Hilarious! I had, like, barely even heard of Joni Mitchell! I mean, I knew she did something with Bob Dylan once or something. The wild thing about talking with you at Ollie's that day was how super-exciting, super-sexy, super-different it felt to me, being with a girl. But like I say, I started feeling bad, thinking it would be shitty if you got the wrong impression about me, about me being possible boyfriend material."
"And yet you were possible boyfriend material -- actual boyfriend material, in fact, as it so gloriously turned out!"
"Crazy, right? Unstoppable destiny, despite all odds. Anyway, back in July when I was a total dumb-ass, I somehow idiotically decided I should show you I was actually into boys, so I went over and started seriously hitting on Ollie, so you'd know what's up."
"That was the dreamiest part! You two were SO hot to watch together! Oh Remy, I got so fucking hard, dude! Super fucking wet! I just about came from watching you boys! It was the hottest soft-core porn-show ever!"
Indeed, that was the main reason Wren had planned an "Ollie's Reunion" first date for them -- because she had to see Remy with Ollie again, this time her as Remy's partner, and with actual sex very much a possibility, knowing how into each other the three of them all were (well, she was pretty sure about Ollie being into her, but she'd make sure, obviously).
Wren went on raputurously recalling that red-letter day.
"Remember, Remy? Ollie kept feeling up your muscle through your wife-beater, drooling over your body! Oh my God, it was like watching a live sex show! You told him how hot he looked in his jeans, and how you loved that he was always barefoot in the store -- which I love, too, by the way! You told him he had really sexy feet -- which he totally does!"
"Fuck, Wren, your memory is incredible! And yeah, I can totally picture that now! Fuck, I'm getting hard thinking about it!"
"I'll never forget that day, Remy! I was so fucking hot for you, bro. I mean, I'm always hot for you -- but watching you with another boy? That was some next-level shit, son. Sent me seriously over the edge, watching two hot dudes cruise each other."
She sighed and slipped her hand under Remy's jock pouch so she could stroke his hardened cock while she continued her reminiscence. Stroking a boy, learner to hold and harness his sex, was one of the most thrilling feelings in a world for Wren.
"I was overwhelmed with horniness watching you dudes. I remember I had trouble breathing. I fantasized about being naked with you and Ollie, both of you so beautiful and muscular, all of us sucking and kissing and stroking, you eating me out while Ollie fucked you. I actually had to leave the store, or I think I'd have literally started masturbating right there in the `Soundtracks' section."
"That would definitely have been some next-level-hot shit, Wren. Woulda loved to see that."
Remy began rubbing her pussy, savoring the amazing back-story to a memory he'd just about forgotten. Wren softly moaned her approval of Remy's pussy-play and continued filling her boy in on the part of their shared past of which he'd been unaware.
"I went back to Ollie's store every single afternoon after that, for the next two weeks, hoping to see you again, but you never showed."
"I was dead broke this summer, Wren, plus working on this damn house like 9-to-dinnertime every day."
"Finally, though, I did see you again, Remy, a few days before school started. I was riding past your house on my bike, and there you were! Standing on your porch, bare-chested, flexing and posing your amazing body! Oh my God, Remy, I couldn't take my eyes off you! I recognized you immediately as the boy from Ollie's. You were so gorgeous, Remy, my loins ached!"
"Fuck! I remember that day, too! I'd just finished painting my room and was taking a break, smoking a bowl out on my bedroom porch. I remember seeing this totally gorgeous girl ride by my house on her bike. Moron that I am, I thought it would be cool for the gay jock boy to flex for the hot girl."
"It so fucking WAS cool, bro! I rode my bike back past your house a few more times, but you'd gone inside. I masturbated to that image of you -- up on your porch, flexing your luscious muscles, your amazing body almost naked, gleaming in the sun -- at least five times a day for the next few days. Plus, I started doing drawings of you constantly, as my j/o porn. And then, I walk into English class with Jeri and Lav on the first day of school, and there you are, Remy! My dream-crush fantasy-boy! Straight outta my sketchbook. I squealed, I was so crazy-deliriously lust-addled! Lav and Jer had to take me out because I almost fainted! Like hysterio-neurasthenic or something."
They kissed long and moaning, but she reminded him he should be getting dressed for their date.
Wren followed merrily behind Remy, as he trotted up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom, mesmerized by the boy's beautifully sculpted ass-muscles clenching and flexing as he moved -- smooth, round, firm, sleek, framed perfectly by the thin bands of his jockstrap. She loved how there wasn't a trace of soft, blobby plumpness to Remy's ass -- all hard, perfect muscle, with a sexy dimple on each side.
Watching his spectacular jock-boy ass, Wren thought about what heaven it was to fondle those firm cheeks, finger the smooth, tight, warm crack, and mercilessly tease his pucker -- how the muscular, mesmerizing power of those granite-carved glutes made ass-play with him so incredible.
When they got up to his room, Remy stripped off his jock, and Wren settled in on the floor mattress for the thrill of watching him clothe that beautiful body in his signature jock-boy style.
First, some music, though. Remy felt ebullient, celebratory. He put AMERICAN BEAUTY on because he wanted to hear "Till the Morning Comes," which was suddenly rattling around in his brain.
As soon as the needle dropped, and the infectious beat began, Wren's body popped up off Remy's bed and started grooving around his attic space, doing her hippie-girl sway. Remy joined right in. They laughed and smiled and utterly loved being together.
Remy broke off dancing after a bit, though, because he knew he had to get ready. But he kept sort of dancing in place by his file-dresser as he searched through the top drawer for something to wear. He kept singing the lyric "You're my woman now, make yourself easy!" over and over, loud and lusty, as he jacked his body in front of the mirror and primped.
Wren adored watching him, and kept loudly agreeing, every time he sang it.
"I AM your woman now, Remy! I am! I am!"
Remy decided, because the early September days they'd been having have felt more like high summer, to wear his khaki shorts, a tight wife-beater, and flip-flops.
Remy actually thought he was making a decision on what to wear based on the weather and what he knew looked good on him. He had no idea Wren was replaying the pornification of the memory of her first time seeing Remy at Ollie's in her brain and flooding his own mind with the arousing recollection of it, willing him to re-enact her fantasy, down to the last fetish.
Remy got lost in his mirror's reflection of how good he looked in his outfit: too-short, stretched-tight, middle-school-era wife-beater, leaving an inch or so of his Apollo's Belt bare; and his British Army walking shorts hanging just right on his hips and ass, showing off those sick V-cuts he'd worked so hard for.
He flexed and posed, turning this way and that in front of the mirror, lost in his hotness.
The thin, faded material of the shorts, commando, did nothing to hide his long thick dick. It looked, in fact, Remy smiled to himself, like the thick bulge of his cock was the only thing holding up his shorts.
He turned 180 and checked out his ass.
He loved how the faded, loose-draped shorts nicely set off the globes of his muscle-butt when the soft material got pinched in his crack, and they were just long enough to cover everything except his nicely worked calf muscles, which bulged sexily, like two ripe mouthwatering grapefruits.
Wren purred at how hot he looked.
"Wait til Ollie sees you, darling!"
They had a lovely time, as usual, on their walk, chatting and laughing together as they lazily strolled along the four long, winding, heavily tree-lined blocks of old, nicely-kept houses.
On the last long block, Remy began serenading Wren with some of his favorite Grateful Dead tunes, which had her swooning with the story-book romance perfection of having a young troubador for a lover.
They walked past Tower Grocery, then headed up the small alley next to the store, which dead-ended at an enormous brown-brick warehouse. Ollie Caliber's used record shop took up the old building's entire first floor.
Ollie was there alone that day (no wife or children hanging out at the store with him, as they often did). Wren headed off to look through the various bins she always checked out, and Remy hung at the counter with Ollie, who looked very happy to see him.
After some small talk about the record Ollie was playing -- some old blues recording Remy loved and wanted to know who the singer was -- things got flirty.
Remy complimented Ollie on how hot his new haircut looked -- buzzed close, sides and back, longer brush-cut on top. Ollie rubbed Remy's head, telling him one of these days he was going to take the plunge and get a hot-looking all-over buzz like Remy had.
Remy smiled shyly. He told Ollie he'd look sexy as hell with a buzz. Remy felt his dick thickening under his khakis. He looked down and saw he was throwing major wood under the faded khaki.
When Remy looked up, he saw Ollie staring at his crotch. Remy moved close and ran his fingers through Ollie's hair on top, telling him he didn't even need a buzz, he was way hot enough already.
Ollie winked, then Remy grinned and headed off to browse through the bins of the artists he liked best. Before he did, though, he kicked off his flip-flops there by the front counter, so he would be sexy-barefoot in the store like Ollie always was.
By the time the teens had finished round one of their searching, and checked in with each other, Wren had found a mint copy of Joni Mitchell's HEJIRA, one of the few she didn't have, and a fairly clean copy of the original cast recording of Sondheim's MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG, which Dexter didn't have for some reason.
Plus, also in the "Used B'Way" bin, she found gifts for Remy -- copies of SWEENEY TODD and SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE.
Remy, meanwhile, had been looking for some really good, totally fresh, party/sex music to play when he had his crew over on Sunday for Game Day. He scored some late-era Miles Davis (WE WANT MILES and STAR PEOPLE), neither of which he'd actually heard, but both of which he'd heard were great.
Miles was one of Remy's favorites -- IN A SILENT WAY, BITCHES BREW and JACK JOHNSON were three of his go-to records to play when he had boys over. Those were middle-period Miles, but Remy also loved the later-era Miles albums he had -- DECOY and YOU'RE UNDER ARREST -- both of which he thought seriously rocked, and both of which were released right around the time of the two discs he found at Ollie's, so he figured these would be some choice new music to play for his boys.
Remy thought of the Miles Davis albums he owned as `black dick music' -- long, heady, sensuously funky, twenty-minute jams, the perfect soundtrack for sinuous, body-rocking sex with a hot, hip, huge-dicked black boy.
To Remy, Miles Davis was the Picasso of music, a supreme genius who'd never stopped evolving and mutating. Remy even had a huge poster of Miles up in his room, which Ava had found for him at a thrift store back in Milwaukee. It was a blow-up of a late-60s ROLLING STONE magazine cover of Miles, looking hot as hell in a crazy jacket and huge sunglasses.
Next, Remy checked through the 'Grateful Dead' bin, as always, and found a decent copy of SKULL FUCK for McKinley. He also found good copies of both WORKINGMAN'S DEAD and AMERICAN BEAUTY for Wren, which he thought would be perfect 'entry-level' Dead albums for her.
Remy and Wren shopped at a used record store they way some people did their marketing. They carried around mental lists of the various 'staples' (in this case, titles and artists and genres) they knew they needed. And they didn't just shop for themselves -- they were always on the look-out for 'treats' they thought their friends might like.
While Remy browsed, Wren was working on a little idea of hers to help make this first date of theirs special, to make it `rhyme' with that first wonderful non-date of theirs in Ollie's shop in July.
Wren was flipping through the records in the 'Ravel' bin, but she wasn't even looking at the album covers. Instead, happy that she hadn't taken her suggestion spell off Remy yet, she was fantasizing a seriously hot cock-sucking scene happening there in the record store -- Ollie on his knees, finally getting a chance to suck that big-ass dick of Remy's, which Wren felt certain the sexy store-owner had been drooling over all summer.
Wren felt herself getting moist as she thought about how hot it would look -- Remy stripped bare, his body looking so damn ripped, and that gorgeous, older, pan-vibe dude worshipping his cock and teasing her boy's ass.
As she dreamily fantasized, she flooded Remy's mind with her lust-scenario.
Remy, already feeling super-horny, looked over at Wren to see if she was ready to head out, but she had her nose buried in one of the bins, so he made a bee-line to the counter to flirt some more with Ollie, who was getting him seriously hard all of a sudden, his libido reeling with a vision of the sexy older dude sucking him off.
More flirting was obviously Ollie's plan, too, for the store-owner turned on the charm when Remy joined him by the front counter.
Ollie always looked so damn hot, Remy thought -- that older-dude, sexy-buff, beard-scruff kind of hot. Today he was in a tight T, flaunting his hot muscle, and faded jeans that hung perfectly off his slender hips.
Standing there behind the front counter, Ollie looked especially sexy -- his ripped body posed against a wall covered with salacious album covers, sexy band posters, and lots of music magazine covers, all of which featured bare-chested rock and rap gods or scantily-clad, practically bare-breasted, pop-star vixens.
Ollie noticed the copy of Miles Davis's STAR PEOPLE on the top of the stack of records Remy set down on the counter. Ollie was anxious to flirt, too.
"That Miles album is amazing, Remy. Gil Evans arrangements, last of the Teo Macero-produced albums. Very tasty, very sexy."
Ollie gave Remy a leer that made deliciously ambiguous the sense of his last sentence.
Remy grinned, eagerly surfing Ollie's sexy tide.
"I love all the Miles I've heard so far, Ollie. I'm buying that and WE WANT MILES to use as sexy-ass party music for when my crew is over tomorrow to watch the games. Gotta keep things hot as hell when my boys be there."
They were both feeling this. It felt muscular and bracing.
"Your boys as sexy as you, Remy?"
"Oh, hell yes! Even sexier. Hey Ollie, have you got any suggestions for some excellent party music for hot boys to dance to when we're all naked and hard and horny? Something seriously hot, that'll get things poppin'?"
Ollie just smiled and mouthed a silent "Damn!" at that.
He pulled Remy close enough that their nipples -- hard and noticeable under their thin, tight shirts -- brushed together, sending jolts through both their dicks. Ollie gave the hot boy a soft kiss on the neck.
"You're so damn sexy, dude. Love when you come in the store. So, tell me more about your boys, Remy -- and what kind of music you dudes are into?"
"My crew's mostly black boys -- hot as fuck, hip, gorgeous, seriously jacked, seriously into boys, seriously sexy -- so some fucky-ass dance-shit, to get those big black dicks swingin'."
Both their cocks throbbed now.
"Damn, Remy, that sounds hot as fuck! Boy parties are the best parties."
"This one will be choice, no damn doubt! So, any ideas? Anything you think might surprise these dudes would be cool as hell. Some super-sexy, old-school jams, maybe? Somethin' they ain't heard in a while -- maybe ain't even heard at all? Tunes that would sound tight as fuck when hot muscle boys are dancin' or jackin' or suckin' and fuckin'?"
Remy proudly grabbed his now-hard cock and felt up and down along the thick shaft, to show the groove he was looking for.
"Sounds so damn hot, bro! Hey, you into Steely Dan? That shit's seriously sexy party music."
When Remy told him he had AJA and loved it, Ollie led him to the back of the store, where the 'Rock' and 'Pop' albums were, and pulled a copy of GAUCHO out of the 'Steely Dan' bin.
"Just got this in, Remy. Mint copy. One of my all-time favorites. This is the absolute shit when it comes to super-hot party music. Be tight as fuck for you and your boys to groove to."
Remy grabbed it and hugged Ollie, giving him a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek, cupping the side of the older dude's head, letting his fingers play through Ollie's sexy new brush-cut.
Remy's brazenness almost shocked him -- he'd never hit on an older dude this boldly before. Something about today, though -- maybe just how hot Ollie is, or maybe the fact that Wren was with him?
Whatever, though -- he seriously wanted to suck Ollie's dick, like this very minute. Actually, the thought of any sort of sex with Ollie now was keeping him hard and throbbing.
"Thanks, bro! I'll stop back in soon to let you know how my crew liked it."
Ollie pulled Remy close to his chest, in a classic bro-hug, but then gave Remy a kiss on the cheek and a lingering rub on the ass, before he headed back to the front counter.
Remy decided to check out the large 'Rock' section while he was back there, to see if he could find any more Paul Westerberg records for Wren.
He scored a near-mint copy of PLEASED TO MEET ME, which he knew Wren didn't have on vinyl.
Remy headed back to the front of the store with it, past rows and rows of record bins, through the mood-lit, retro-shabby funkiness of the store, dotted everywhere with thrift-shop table-lamps, all sorts of garlands and twinkly lights strung-up all over, and and a mix of old movie posters and vintage train-travel posters covering most of the exposed bare-brick warehouse wall-space.
When Remy reached the check-out counter, he found Wren and Ollie engaged in conversation.
"Why would anyone sell their Sondheim albums, Ollie?"
"Not sure, Wren. Weird, violent, messy break-up, maybe -- months after which, someone is going to seriously regret having got rid of them. Or maybe the person was just a dullard, who was given the records as a gift?"
"Crazy, but whatever, I was super excited to find them!"
Wren hadn't been quite sure how to get things going, in terms of sex with Ollie and Remy and her, but she figured the best way was to activate an enchantment on Ollie.
So for the past fifteen minutes, she'd kept herself out of sight of Remy and Ollie, off to the side in the 'Jazz & Blues' alcove, rubbing her pussy with her silver dollar talisman until she'd gotten it covered with pussy juice, letting her cast what she felt was certain to be the absolute perfect spell.
As Ollie rang up Wren's purchases, she rooted through her change purse, looking as if she were going to pay with cash. She pulled out her silver dollar and held it between her fingers.
"Let's see, here's one dollar."
After softly whispering "SUMMA LUXURIAE!" under her breath, Wren handed her coin-charm to the gorgeous twenty-something, then went back to combing through her purse, pretending to look for more cash.
"How much did you say, Ollie?"
Ollie was turning the silver dollar over and over with his fingers. Wren almost giggled out loud -- perfect!
"Thirteen dollars and nineteen cents. Call it thirteen even, Wren."
More playing with the silver dollar while he waited. Wren also noticed he was eye-flirting with Remy while waiting for more money from her. Oh, her Lord was going to love this!
"I can't find any more cash, Ollie. I'll just use plastic."
Wren handed her card to Ollie, who returned her silver dollar.
Wren tingled inside. To get everything creamy and ripe for sex, she'd used the 'SUMMA LUX' spell on Ollie, designed to provide heavenly sex-pleasure. That particular spell had worked brilliantly the time she'd used it with Desiree, the night of their first sleep-over, so she was super-hopeful.
Ollie ran Wren's card, put her records in a bag, and handed them to her, along with her card and recipt. He turned to Remy 's stack of records to ring them up next.
When he got to the copy of SKULL FUCK Remy was buying as a gift for McKinely, Ollie looked up at Remy and told him he'd just got an excellent copy of it in earlier, in trade, if he wanted to buy that one instead.
Remy told Ollie he'd take both -- excited to be able to give both McKinley and Wren a copy of one of his favorite Dead albums.
Remy paid, and Ollie returned his records and change with a look in his eyes that, to Wren, seemed drenched in boy-lust.
She felt her clit swell. Yes!
Ollie came around the counter to join the sexy teens.
Remy had his arm around Wren, hand cupping her ass, and was giving her light, sensual kisses, the sight of which enflamed Ollie. Wren was trying to look call-girl-style sexy as she groped Remy's thick cock under his khaki shorts.
Ollie's eyes widened, riveted now on Remy's groin.
Remy moaned soft and low at the sensuous fondling of Wren's fingers on his dick.
Ollie couldn't tear his gaze away from Remy's crotch. His voice trembled with raw lust as he spoke.
"You dudes boyfriend/girlfriend?"
Remy got it together enough to answer.
"Yep -- it's our first date! We came here because this is where Wren first saw me, over the summer -- I was in here flirting with you, as usual. Fucking love flirting with you, bro. You're so fucking hot, dude. Wren got totally turned on, seeing us getting sexy with each other."
Ollie gave out with a harsh groan that to Wren sounded like a short burst of tamped-up lust escaping his body.
"Damn, Remy, you're hot as fuck!"
He turned to Wren -- his desire was a sharp, bright gleam, glazing over the usual twinkle in his cornflower-blue eyes.
"My wife Olivia and I are the same as you two -- we're both seriously bi. I'm probably more gay, to be honest, than bi -- which is cool for her because she loves seeing me get with boys."
Wren's eyes lit up.
"Same! Boys together are the sexiest! And Remy's like 99.99% gay, which is so hot for a girl in a boyfriend. I love watching him with boys, too, and sharing boys with him."
Ollie felt all inhibitions melt away. He was raging hard.
He grabbed the back of Remy's head and pulled him in for a smoking hot kiss.
In no time, the two boys' lust caught raging fire. They mashed lips and snaked tongues and loudly groaned their passion. Wren was ecstatic. Her enchantment had worked.
Ollie slipped his hand down the front of Remy's low-riding khaki shorts, which he'd longed to do as soon as he'd seen Wren do it. Wren squealed softly when he did.
The two boys broke for air, grinning slyly.
"Fucking love when you come in the store, Remy. Hottest boy in the neighborhood, no doubt."
Wren looked smug.
"Hottest boy in the world, Ollie! For the second half of our date, we're going back to Remy's and get naked and smoke pot and listen to our new records and seriously fuck."
"Damn, would I ever like to join you."
Both teens responded excitedly.
"We'd love that!"
"That'd be awesome!"
"I can't leave work, I'm afraid, but we gotta set up a party, and get Olivia to join us. My wife is sexy as fuck."
Wren's eyes widened.
"That'd be amazing! You're so dreamy, Ollie. Remy and I both have such major crushes on you! And your wife is one of the sexiest girls I've ever seen. I love seeing her when she's in here. I totally perv on her, she's so damn hot. Black girls are the most beautiful, I think."
"Livvy's smoking hot. Her two weaknesses are white girls and gay boys."
Remy smiled.
"That'd be us, then."
"Way cool. I'll talk to Olivia. She's gonna love you, Wren. And love seeing Remy and me together."
He pulled Remy in for another kiss, this time reaching under the droopy waistband and grabbing Remy's dick, grasping it hard, feeling it all up, balls and shaft and taint, the way boys do to get that first, full feel when they're getting to take the measure of a new fuck-buddy's cock.
Ollie began jacking it. Remy started moaning, feeling that deep warm tingle rise in his cock.
There were no other customers in the store -- not that it would have mattered much, given the sudden, uncontrollable intensity of Ollie's desire -- so he got down on his knees, pulled Remy's shorts down, and took Remy's cock as he fondled the sexy boy's smooth, muscular ass and teased his crack.
Wren moaned, and Remy pulled her close. The two began kissing while Ollie sucked Remy's huge thickness and fondled his balls.
Wren got down on her knees, in back of Remy. She delicately pushed Ollie's hands aside and began tonguing her boy's hole until it was sloppy-wet, then started fingering it mercilessly.
Remy's groan was gut-wrenching. He had his hands on the back of Ollie's head, letting his fingers play over the dude's sexy-groomed skull, loving the feel of the boy's skilled lips on his dick and Wren's electric touch in his ass.
This was what he'd wanted with Ollie from the moment he'd first seen him, only now he even had his girl with him, making it that much hotter.
Remy began face-fucking Ollie, loving the dude's excited moans of encouragement. Every few times he drew his hips back, he held it for a few beats, clenching his ass on Wren's marvelously insistent fingers, before more steady-fucking of Ollie's throat, mashing his shaved pubes against the older dude's nose every now and then.
It was glorious, all three were crooning ecstasy.
Remy gasped aloud, his head swimming with lust.
"Aw fuck! So fucking hot. Gonna cum, bro."
Ollie kept his lips glued to the boy's thick, slicked-up prick, mumbling his enthusiastic consent through a cock-stuffed mouth.
Remy grabbed Ollie's head firmly and plunged his cock, hard and deep, all the way in. He gave out with a loud, sharp cry because Wren had started attacking P-spot.
Cum gushed instantly, furiously from his cock, flooding Ollie's mouth, with his ass clamped tight against Wren's fingers, trapped now in his boy-hole.
Remy grunted in loud, outrageously satisfied boy-lust as he kept Ollie's mouth fastened onto his big dick until every drop of cum was shot.
Remy's ass-muscles finally unclenched, and Wren's finger slid out. She held it up to Remy's mouth to clean off, which he did willingly, as she craned her head around to kiss Ollie, open-mouthed, so she could get a share of Remy's load. The two of them moaned as they let Remy's thick cream play back and forth off each other's tongue.
Wren and Ollie finally got to their feet, and the three kissed and hugged and moaned in satisfied pleasure.
Finally, Ollie spoke.
"Fuck, Remy, I've wanted to suck your cock ever since I first saw you in the store. And Wren, you're amazing -- so damn hot, girl!"
Wren glowed smugly, thrilled with how efficiently her little spell had worked.
Remy gave Ollie a quick kiss, totally amped the sexual ice had finally been broken between them.
"Like Wren said, dude -- totally crushing on you. You're so damn sexy, Ollie -- like Pan or Dionysus. So damn hard for you, bro."
Ollie pulled him close for another slow, lingering, open-mouthed kiss. Then Ollie kissed Wren, too.
"Damn, that was hot as fuck! Tell you what -- each of you pick out a couple more records. A gift from me for this hot fucking time."
The teens both turned, to scurry off to the used bins, but Ollie stopped them. He grabbed his phone from the counter.
"Hold up -- let me get a photo of each of you, to show Liv."
Remy went first. He stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his khaki shorts, which immediately fell round his feet before he stepped out of them.
Remy posed and flexed and fisted his cock. Ollie gave out with a "Hell yeah!" and took a bunch of photos.
When it was Wren's turn, she followed Remy's lead, pulling off her Dead T, unsnapping her denim shorts and letting them drop, then wriggling down her fish-net stockings. Ollie took many photos of her, too, naked and gorgeous.
The young lovers hurried back into their clothes when Ollie was done snapping pix. They ran off to look through the bins, totally high from finally getting with Ollie.
Wren went straight to the Grateful Dead section and held up TERRAPIN STATION, asking Remy if it was a good one.
"Excellent! You'll love it. Can't wait to fuck you to the title song -- it's a long sort of jam-suite thing. Very cool."
She took that, as well as a live Dead album, STEAL YOUR FACE, which had a cover exactly like the Dead T-shirt she was wearing.
Remy went to the Joni Mitchell bin and called out to Wren, asking if DON JUAN'S RECKLESS DAUGHTER was good.
"I love it, Remy. Super-jazzy, incredible musicians. Some songs take a while to get into, but they're all superb and utterly beautiful. We can fuck to `Paprika Plains' after we fuck to the 'Terrrapin Station'!"
Remy grabbed it, along with a copy of SONGS TO A SEAGULL, which he wanted because it was the record Wren had said she bought when she first saw him at Ollie's.
They showed their free records to Ollie who gave them an approving nod.
He smiled shyly and told them he hoped it was OK, but while they were looking through the bins, he'd sent the photos he'd taken of them to his wife, telling her he'd made friends with these two gorgeous young customers, who were eager for a foursome with him and his wife.
Ollie showed them Olivia's speedy reply.
--HELL FUCKING YAASSSSSSSS!!!! Make it happen, luv! [followed by a trail of horny emojis.]
"Liv and I will figure out some dates, when we can get baby-sitting, and I'll text you."
The three of them kissed again, exchanged phone numbers, and the two teens floated out of the store.
As they walked the long block of Bedford, Remy grabbed Wren around the hips and pulled her to him.
"That was beyond awespome, Wren! We just had scorching-hot sex with one of my mega-hot boy-crushes! It was like all that sexual tension, all summer long between Ollie and I, just exploded! Unreal!"
Wren simply smiled, looking over at her boy, who seemed lost in thought at the epicness of what had just transpired, trying to figure it all out.
Remy turned to Wren.
"You know, Bird, I think it must have been Ollie seeing me with you that finally took things to the next level. Seeing us as a hot, sexy young couple, he realized I was some cool, wild bi dude, just like him. That's what did it, obviously!"
Remy felt his virility cresting in him to an amazing new level. He felt like the cock-of-the-walk, and so he crowed his potency loudly.
"Damn, Wren, hangin with you has made me, like, way sexier! I'm like some hot, super-charged young stallion now, fucking boys and girls. Like some wild, bold mustang -- running free, driving all the cowboys like Ollie wild!"
Wren cracked up. If he only knew, she thought. She reached under the waist of his khaki shorts to fondle Remy's horse-cock.
"Mmmmm, know what I love best about you, Pony Boy?"
Remy felt studliness coursing through him as he strutted down Bedford, with his Sapphic goddess's hand on his dick.
"Best first-date ever, Wren -- by like a factor of infinity."
Wren softly sighed in her rapture.
"It's going to get even better, Remy, I swear."
She still had a couple more surprises for her boy tonight, ones she couldn't wait to give him.
There were a bunch of big packages on Remy's porch when they got back to his house -- his plants for the front yard had been delivered.
Unfortunately, that meant no Teen Town tomorrow, because he needed to get them into the ground. He'd have to text Willy and Mick in a bit. Oh well, way more important to get his landscaping done. Wren helped Remy store the plants overnight in his garage.
They raced up to Remy's room, where they found a note from Ava taped to the door, telling Remy she was spending the night at Sin's again. He fist-pumped. Setting their record store haul down near Remy's stereo, the young lovers slowly undressed each other, kissing everything as it became revealed.
Remy suggested they put on one of the albums they'd picked up at Ollie's and head to the couches for some make-out foreplay while they smoked a bowl or two in front of some Sapphic porn. Wren, though, had a different idea.
"Remy, before we play our new records, can we please please please fuck first to that Grateful Dead album you were playing when McKinley was over? That shit got me soooo damn horny, son! I was hard as fuck the whole time you had it on! Well, I mean, that and watching two gorgeous boys with big-ass dicks!"
He grinned and put BEAR'S CHOICE on, telling her he was gifting her his copy of the record. Wren pumped her fist and whooped out a `Hell yes!'
They kissed and stroked each other as they traded hits on the pipe. Remy loved watching Wren's slender body shimmy in place to "Smokestack Lighting," fingering herself while she body-rocked.
At least, Remy thought Wren was fingering her pussy -- he had no idea she'd palmed her silver dollar and was actually rubbing her cunt all over with it, inside and out. She just needed this one more binding spell, she felt, and then, it would all be perfect.
Remy loaded a second bowl, but after they each took a hit, Wren was itching for her boy, itching to give him the last of her first-date surprises.
Wren hopped up off the couch and hippie-danced over to the floor mattress, gently pulling Remy along, then she sprawled on the bed in luxuriant expectancy.
Remy just stared in wonderment for a bit, high and horny, his hard, back-curved cock jutting up, erect and eager, ready for the fun to begin.
Wren clearly shaved her pussy -- or waxed it, Remy wasn't sure exactly what girls did to get it so smooth-looking like that. And unlike a lot of the girls in Sapphic porn he'd been watching lately, whose pussies had more pronounced labia, Wren had only the shyest little slit. Exquisite, he thought, ethereal and demure; it entirely inflamed him.
Her breasts, of course, got him hard every time he saw them -- those thick, succulent, blackberry-sized nipples jutting off imperceptible, barely-there non-mounds. And when she lay on her back like that, her almost empty handfuls of tit entirely disappeared.
His bewitching boy-girl, he thought. Lust rose in him and seethed as he gazed down at her.
Wren matched him in arousal. She looked up at him with eyes that seemed veiled in smoky, seductive desire.
She held out her slender arms. Remy dropped onto his mattress, on both knees, and fell eagerly into his girl's embrace. They kissed and rolled on the bed together, Wren loving the feel of Remy's thick, wet, meaty hardness poking and pressing against her.
"I want you, Remy. I want you so bad! And I'm really ready for you now, darling."
"Of course, my beautiful Bird. And I'm ready for you -- always."
"No. No no no no no no no, not like that. Not like usual, not like it's been so far, but like from now on."
"Like how? What do you mean, angel?"
"I want you really in me, Remy. I want you to be my first boy. The only boy I'll ever really want."
Remy was suddenly panic-stricken.
"Jesus Fuck, Wren -- seriously? Now? Tonight? Are you sure? I mean, can you?"
"Seriously, angel. I'm sure. I can. We can."
The cock-o'-the-walk's plumage seemed to molt away from him; he felt like a scared, shriveled chicken. Remy had only ever fucked a girl's pussy that one time, a few days ago with Njeri. But this was Wren, the Worshipped One.
What if he went soft? Dudes teased each other about that all the time. He'd humiliate himself in front of his goddess. And then he'd lose her for good when she saw he couldn't perform!
What is she laughed at him? Told all the hot girls at school what a dud he was in bed?
Fuck! He could feel himself going soft.
"You're really sure? Cause we don't have to, right? What we do now is already like the greatest sex ever."
He looked away. He was being summoned by his girl to perform with her the ultimate boy-girl act, but he was high as fuck and wasn't at all sure he was ready for the ultimate.
He couldn't look away for long though, so he stared beseechingly at his beautiful, desirable girl.
"I mean, I could seriously suck at this, you realize. With Njeri, I was sort of like overwhelmed and didn't have a chance to think about it. But, like, what if you hate the way I fuck you? Or I do it totally wrong? What if it turns out you hate vaginal? What if I get you pregnant? This really feels like rushing things to me. We need to scheme further on this methinks, my lady."
She smiled like Aphrodite would smile at a nervous, beautiful young shepherd boy she couldn't wait to ravish.
"Remy Remy Remy, I don't think you could be bad at anything -- certainly not anything sexual. You're a natural at every single micro-facet of girl-sex, angel. Njeri keeps telling me how good you were last weekend. This will be amazing, darling! Think of what it will add to what we have, dude -- us fucking every way possible now! Plus, think of the perks now, son! Me being able to fuck all your boys when we get together! You fucking my girls. Watching each other fucking. Oh, it's going to be so damn hot, Remy!"
She sat up in bed, excited now, and realizing she had to take charge. She stroked his big dick back to hardness, crooning her cock-lust.
"I especially cannot wait to fuck Trey! His cock is so gorgeous! And wouldn't you love to Willy fuck my pussy right after you did -- sucking your dick, cleaning it off, as he railed me? I'm horny as fuck to start taking dick in my pussy now, Remy! Especially by the boys at school you hang with -- you have the absolute best taste in boys, Remy!"
Wren figured talk about black boys' dicks would settle Remy down and get him into fucking.
"Plus, you and me are going to have to start doing vaginal like crazy when we decide to make a baby, so we might as well become absolutely brilliant at it as soon as possible!"
She got nervous, thrown off her game, worried she just turned Remy off with talk about a baby.
Their baby! Their child! Yes yes yes! The baby they were going to start working on in just a second -- when her young god did his first seeding.
Wren had to get things back on track quickly.
"I mean, don't worry, we're not going to have a baby yet! I've got my pills now, Remy. I got them at Tom's, and he explained all about how to use them and how they work. And I just finished my period two days ago, so tonight's, like, perfect!"
She didn't really feel like she was lying to Remy at all -- more like carefully, strategically, deploying the truth.
To settle her skittery mustang down so they could get to conceiving, she slithered down his hard-carved upper body and started sucking his cock and teasing his boy-hole, which she knew got him almost instantly into sex of any kind with her.
Once Remy's dick was rock-hard and slick with saliva, she straddled his hips and used his leaky cock as a dildo for a while, working her clit and slit with it, poking the head in a bit further every time, getting her pussy gradually used to the feeling of penetration there, where she never thought a penis would ever be again.
Wren was not a little nervous herself, she knew. The only way, since it first happened, that she'd ever been able to imagine vaginal penetration has been as another rape. Now, though, she wants it desperately, wants Remy fully, totally, completely. In every way possible. She wants everything a penis can offer her body.
Her cunt especially wants it, craves it, aches for it, insists on it -- on what she just knows will be the ecstasy of her pussy being filled by that huge, glorious cock she worships -- the cosmic rod of her gorgeous young Star Lord.
Wren was nervous, yes -- but it was an electric, body-tingling nervousness, chock full of excitement and desire and wonder and eagerness for the future.
A future that for Wren has become so suddenly, so beautifully, so desirably boy-filled -- Remy, all the time, and all those beautiful, sexy boys he hangs with. A future she and Remy would be sharing shortly with their own beautiful baby boy.
They shifted to a sixty-nine -- Wren wanted to get Remy's cock dripping wet and twitching with eagerness the way it so reliably did, and Remy wanted to make sure Wren was super-wet, so as not to cause her the least twinge of discomfort.
They luxuriated in luscious tonguing of each other's genitalia until Wren could stand it no longer.
"Now, Remy! Please? Please please please, you gorgeous boy! I can't stand a second longer this beautiful cock not being in me."
"I want to fuck you so bad, Wren. My God, how I love you! You are all my world now, Wren. My center. And this center of yours, the center of my center -- fuck, Wren, my cock craves this cunt desperately."
"Fuck me, Remy. Take my cherry, angel. Fuck my pussy and cum in it, again and again and always."
He lay over her, waking tremors of lust trembling through him. His excited hands were drawn to her tantalizing nipples while he kissed her. His dick felt like it was going to burst off his crotch.
Their mouths wrestled passionately against each other. Remy brought the glazed head of his cock to her slit and played it softly up and down.
Wren placed her hand lightly over his and suddenly her cunt seemed to draw his dick in. She groaned in soft bliss as that thickness eased into her. Her boy in her, at last!
Soon he was all the way inside her. Filling her as she was enveloping him into her.
Remy grunted in utter bliss. Wren gasped with a mind-fucked wonderment.
"Oh my God, Remy! Oh my God oh my God oh my God! Your cock feels amazing! So damn deep! Oh fuck me, angel. Make me your girl!"
Remy was so huge, so long, so hard -- he felt powerfully vibrant in her. She knew this first time would be dreamy because she knew exactly what Remy was like as a lover.
He'd fucked her boy-hole over and over the past few days, and she'd watched him -- filmed him, even -- fucking other boys, so she knew what a powerful, consummate young lover he was. A boy who always fucked -- as indeed he was now -- with a zeal and grace Wren thought brilliantly athletic and devestatingly satisfying.
Plus, he'd been, first, enchanted, then groomed, to worship her pussy. To be a manipulable slave to it.
This first feel of his full hardness in her slit now -- not a tongue or a finger, but Remy's huge, magnificent cock -- was breathtakingly transformative -- so much more glorious and exciting and real than what she'd experienced during pegging sessions with her girlfriends. Remy's huge, thick cock was wet, warm, throbbingly alive, and way harder than a silicone sex toy.
Wren felt her calling in her -- this was what she was born for, she knew, to be with boys ecstatically like this.
Remy was loving it, of course. Any nervousness he had seemed to dissolve instantly, as if by magic, as soon as the tip of his cock touched her pussy. Something inside him just took over, and his strong hips began instinctively pumping his achingly hard cock with unbridled relish.
He knew from fucking boys to change speeds and force and angles, and he knew from having sex with a girl to finger her clit as he fucked her hole, to tease her nipples, even finger her boy-hole.
Wren came twice, violently hard, in the first few minutes. Then she gently forced Remy onto his back and rode him. They both loved it, their bodies rippling merrily along on their shared lust-current.
Remy lay back in full, sensory delight. His cock, being worked over by his girl's strong, lithe hips, seemed to flood his entire body and brain with pleasure.
He watched Wren's slender, perfect body rise and fall sensuously as she bounced and writhed and rode on his cock. He was stoned-hypnotized by those smooth, perfectly flat breasts with their cherry-gumdrop exclamation-point nipples on her undulating chest.
Wren was lost in a zone, feverishly pleasuring her cunt on Remy's rock-hard length. The pleasures of a boy were revelatory. She wanted to keep fucking and cumming and fucking and cumming, non-stop, all night long. She kept fingering her clit while she savored her boy's huge hardness, crying out rhythmically over and over in her soft, gasping voice, dreamily crooning in a soft whisper to let a poor girl ride.
She finally exhausted herself, but she'd cum four more times by then.
Remy was still hard and desperate to fuck. He flipped Wren's limp body over and railed her doggy style.
He was ready to swear allegiance to vaginal -- the sensation of every inch of his long, thick, luscious length pounding her wet, tight, warm pussy was delicious, especially when it was accompanied by his big, droopy ball-sac slapping against Wren's backside.
He cupped his girl's ass and fondled her butt like it was some beautiful, fragile precious piece of sculpture as he pounded her.
Wren got her second (or third?) wind and began to work her hips back against him, savoring the feel of his huge, hard thickness again, raising her back up and resting herself against his hard-muscled chest. She turned and twisted as she rode him, wanting his dick to pleasure every part of her cunt, panting in joyous disbelief at how big Remy's cock was, how deep he was going in her.
It was only when a big-dicked boy was in your cunt, she realized, that you really understood how wonderfully huge he was, and what that huge hardness was meant for.
Wren knelt down, resting on her elbows on the mattress, and really started backing her ass up, slamming back on her boy aggressively, begging him to fuck her harder, demanding every inch of Remy's cock.
Remy whooped in amazed delight.
"I'm your first boy, Wren! Fuck, this is so fucking hot! I fucking love fucking you!"
Wren matched the intensity of his cries.
"You're going to want my pussy all the time now, Remy! You don't know, you have no damn clue, but I've made you my pussy slave! I own your fucking cock now, Remy. It's all mine!"
"Take it, Wren! Take my fucking cock! It's yours! I'm so fucking happy you want my cock! I wanna be your pussy slave, Wren. Totally! That's all I wanna live for now! I want my cock in your pussy all the time now! Fucking love your pussy!"
During that first coupling, Wren decided she liked being on top best, straddling Remy cowgirl-style and riding her cunt over her boy's long, thick, always-hard, sex-toy cock, pleasuring herself the way she wanted.
Remy loved it that way, too. He'd always loved when a sexy boy worked his ass over his hard cock like that, and Wren was more gorgeous than any sexy boy he'd ever fucked.
It was a tough call, though, because for both of them, the feeling of Remy fucking her missionary, grinding his hips when he bottomed out in her, grinding his shaved pubes against her smooth clit, the two teen kissing in breathless passion, was also sublime.
Wren rode him to four more breathless orgasms until finally, after about forty-five minutes of love-making -- the album having stopped long ago, and Wren having cum about fifteen times total -- Remy cried out he was going to cum.
Wren cried out deliriously.
"Cum in me, angel! Breed me, darling!"
This is it, Remy! We're making our baby now! Oh my God, yes -- flood me with your seed! I want to feel every second of our child's conception, Remy!
That's what Wren wished she could yell out, but knew she shouldn't.
She fondled her boy's balls in her delicate fingers, wanting to feel them draw up when he was about to explode. She watched the grimace on his face, looked down to see the clenching of his ripped eight-pack.
And there it came, seconds later.
The feeling of all that warm, thick, creamy seed gushing out of his dick and filling her fountain was magical and sacred for her.
Now their life together would really, truly begin, Wren realized, filled with the awe of the moment.
We're a couple, Remy. We're sex-mates -- Bird and her boy. And so we're breeding now, starting our brood, and our boy is going to be so beautiful.
Afterwards, humming softly in pleasure, they kissed and stroked each other in the afterglow of their true first-time, giggling softly at how amazing it was. Wren suggested a shower together. Remy wanted to carry her downstairs, but she howled in laughter.
"Dude, I fucked you so damn hard, I bet your legs are still like rubber! You'd drop my damn ass down the stairs!"
So they just scampered downstairs together and soon were washing each other's beautiful body under the spray, not even needing to have sex because worshipping their lover's naked, soap-slick beauty was intensely satisfying enough.
Back in his bedroom, before they thought about what they'd do for dinner, Remy remembered he needed to cancel out of Teen Town tomorrow, in order to get his plants in the ground. He figured he'd text McKinley first, to tell him that he could still do the run in the morning, but then he'd be tied up afterwards. Maybe Mick and Willy would want to do Teen Town themselves.
Mick texted back immediately.
--Dude, I gotta do yardwork, too! What about we all run, check out Teen Town, then you help me rake & I help you plant?
--HELL YES!! AWESOME!! Thanks, bro!
Remy couldn't imagine greater happiness -- his sex-mate (that's how he was thinking of Wren now) naked by his side for the rest of the evening, and a morning full of hot boys tomorrow.