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A Year to Remember, Chapter Three

Date: 12/29/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: JasperWalton, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

“Shall I stop?” He asks, demurely. “Do you want to?” I ask back, fighting to hold my stern expression. Why am I praying that he says no? “No.” He says simply. “No. I don't.” “Okay. Is it alright if I giggle then?” “Well, it is a bit off-putting, Adam,” he says, making a tormented, hurt face. “Huh? Off-putting? Putting you off what?” I ask incredulously. I still can't anticipate his thoughts. “Well, I'm busy, looking at your great socks.” Simon says, like he's reading instructions in a manual. Suddenly he pulls the leg of my jeans up, exposing my calf and the whole sock, including the natty little logo right near the top. I swear he strokes my leg. Just for a second or two. I'm sure he runs his finger down the back of my calf, and then under the top of my sock. “Mmm, nice and tight. I bet they never fall down.” Simon lets go and the sock snaps back against my calf. My dick responds to his touch on my bare flesh. Well actually, my dick responds to his touch on my leg hairs. At 16 I'm already pretty hairy, not a flipping gorilla, but I've got a lot more hair on my body than a) I really want, and b) than any of the other lads my age at school, as far as I know anyway. So my legs are hairy. Fine, dark hairs cover my calves and thighs, all the way up to where my boxer briefs start and then the hairs abruptly stop. The same with my feet, the hairs stop just above my ankles and my massive, horrid feet are hairless. Bizarre! It's almost as if someone has drawn imaginary lines on my ... legs, 'hair between here and here only, please.' “No, not unless I take them off.” I respond, thinking this is all way too weird but making me slightly horny... “Cool, you're hairy.” He declares, matter of factly. “Yep, I am.” There is no point denying it, how can I, laying here like this? “Nice, I wish I was hairier. I mean, I've got hairs but you can't really see a lot of them, they're so light. Sometimes, I think that I look like a little boy.” I lay on my back still, my leg across his lap and I can feel something hardening under my knee. Simon is getting a boner, mucking about with my foot and checking out my leg hair has given him a boner! Now I don't feel so bad about my own growing stiffy, caged in my jeans. I smile to myself thinking that he wouldn't be able to hide this one in his baggy jogging bottoms. “What's funny, sock boy?” He smacks my calf. “Ow, you muppet! That hurt!” I reach up and smack his forearm in response. “Yeah? Ouch! So did that!” He squeals. “Good.” Time to test the water. “I was just thinking, you're getting off on fiddling with my foot and when I lift my leg off your lap, your dick is going to give the game away.” I watch his face intently, for a sign that I've gone too far. “So?” Crap. I wasn't expecting indifference. “We're just mucking about, aren't we? I get boners all the time. Don't you?” With that he drops my leg, letting it flop onto his lap, then reaches up and grabs my crotch. I stare down at the perfect nails. “Yeah, I thought so.” I lay ...