It was a Tuesday, about 7 PM. The winds had died down, and the sun had just set. You could still smell freshly trimmed hay, and the scent of a harsh cigar. The father was out on the porch, with a cold one, listening to country. The mother, taking a nap in her master bedroom. Foine, he was in her room, reading a book that he had already read, twice.
As the hour went by, father and mother fell asleep, and Foine finished his book. He got out of bed and turned off the lights. He quietly went downstairs and got a glass of water. When he got back up, he set the glass on her nightstand. She untucked his bed, and with relief, got in bed. He was almost sound asleep, very close. He heard a tapping at her window. With curiosity, he looked through the blinds to see a familiar face.
"Iced?" He paused. "What are you doing here?" Foine opened the window and looked at Iced straight into his eyes. "I came to see you." Iced replied. "That's sweet, but its 11 o'clock at night?" He declared. "Yeah, but I just needed to see somebody, I missed you." He muttered. "Well come inside." He told. Iced got in and he quietly shut the window.
"I've been thinking of you all day, like a drug." Iced said. "You're so sweet Ice, but you know my Father's home?" He asked. "So, he won't even notice im here." Iced replied. Iced took a pause, and hugged Foine. He picked him up and him on the bed. He sat down next to him and gently kissed his neck. "Iced..." He said. "Shhh." Iced replied. He kissed his cheek, then his nose. He finally met his lips, and they attached like glue. Iced caressed his hair, and slowly rubbed his back. Foine looked away with lust, and bit his lip.
"I know you want it, so, so bad." He said. Iced threw his shirt, and along so did Foine. Iced stood up. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. "Im begging.." Foine declared. Iced slowly unbuttoned his khakis, and slowly removed them. He was already hard, no surprise. He pulled down his underwear, revealing what he hadn't expected. "It.. It's so big.." She remarked. She made her move.
Foine slowly caressed the cock, back and forth. He put both hands on the schlong, and stroked it fast. Iced moaned, he loved it. Foine licked the shaft to the tip. "It tastes so good.." He said. He kissed the tip and knew what was next. He slowly put her entire mouth around the dick. He sucked it, like a Caprisun. Faster and faster he went. The cock was drooling in saliva, and Foine was the maker. He sucked harder, until Iced could no longer contain it.
"Oh my god!" Iced yelped. Foine got on his knees, tongue out. He wanted it so bad. He stroked the cock, the need for the cum was unending. He stroked so well. He clearly wasn't a beginner. Foine moaned with excitement. "I want it baby!" He screamed. Iced ecstatically ejaculated all over his face. Foine moaned with lust. He even took her finger, and licked it all up.
"That was so good Iced.." He said. "I'll see you again, Foine." Iced declared. And just like that, Iced got dressed and made his departure. Now Foine had something to remember, and nothing to regret.