It was so freaking hot outside. When he was alone at the house where he lived with his dad, he walked around nude as often as he could. Several times his dad would come home from work and see him in all his glory…well….it wasn't that glorious. Immediately, he would be told to go put clothes on. It didn't seem to bother his dad when he was a kid and running around nude. But since he had started puberty, that all changed.

Now, living with his two best friends out in the woods in a house they built out of materials they had stolen over a long period of time, he found himself wanting to go nude. He doubted they would be mad. Probably, they'd be amused and go along as if nothing changed. Then again, all three of them were fifteen and sixteen. At this point they'd all had figured out about sex and what certain things would mean. It would be very easy for outsiders to see how they acted as gay. He knew he wasn't really gay, though he'd looked at other guys just because he was curious. He couldn't even think of a time he'd ever jerked off thinking about other guys.

No, he liked girls quite a lot. The shape of their breasts, the fullness of their hips. Though he'd never had sex he guessed those hips would be perfect to grab and pound into some nice wet pussy. Looking down, he noticed his hard-on through his shorts. After living out here for the past couple of months, he'd jerked off quite a few times in his bed, though never when his two other friends were awake. Biaggio had done it almost every night, so he was used to hearing his whimpers and the flapping of skin. He was such a small guy; he was surprised with how much he played with himself. He'd seen his pecker a few times as they pissed, nothing spectacular at all.

Patrick on the other hand…he'd never heard him jerk off in the night. Slightly shorter than himself, Patrick's short, dark red hair was an oddity. His skin was pinker than even his, and he had to actually wear sunblock. What was really interesting about him was his uncut dick. He'd seen his more than Biaggio's. Mainly because they'd known each other longer, stay over at each other's house's, and even swam nude a couple of times. However, since they'd gone through puberty, he hadn't seen him nude since. Like he said, he wasn't gay, but he wanted to know what Patrick was packing, what his uncut dick looked like hard.

His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of jerking off from below. Smirking he guessed Biagi….his thinking halted. The sounds weren't coming from Biaggio's bed, but from Patrick's. Soft snores were coming from him, letting Joe know he was really asleep. Biting his lip, he yanked his shorts down a bit louder than he normally would. Patrick's sounds came to a halt. Pulling his shorts to the side, he put on the edge of the bed. Through the darkness, he could make out the outline of his six and a half inch cut cock. Sparse hairs grew around the base, rather damp from his sweat.

Reaching down, he rubbed his nuts with his left hand, while he pulled on his shaft with the other. being overly loud, he fisted his dick, listening. After a few moments, the sounds from Patrick returned. Grinning, he closed his eyes and listened to his friend. His strokes weren't as fast as his own, but they seemed make a bit more noise. Turning his head to the right, he reopened his eyes. Due to the window across from the room, a slight pane of light created a shadow of Patrick against the wall. Eyes widening, it was clear that Patrick's legs were up, and that one hand was positioned by his ass, slowly going in and out.

Joe gasped as he realized his friend was fingering himself while jerking off. Quite accidently this time, he let out a small groan as hot cum splattered across his chest. The shock of knowing what Patrick was doing when he thought Joe couldn't see him was so hot. Though he wasn't sure, he thought he heard a soft chuckled from below. Still panting, he watched his friend's shadow move. On his back, Patrick rocked back and forth until his crotch was above his face. Not able to make out the exact length, Nick guessed the size was bigger than his. The shadow jerked, and went still except for the hand that seemed to squeeze the last bit out of what it was yanking on. After a sigh, Patrick's shadow was once more flat on his back. Joe watched as a hand went to the face and each finger was sucked on, as if cleaning then from something messy…

"That was a bit weird." He said to Patrick as Biaggio ran off into the trees near the small house.

"What do you mean?" he asked, ears turning red.

"Hearing someone other than Biaggio…well…" he felt his own ears burn, but didn't quite look away.

"Oh…" Patrick looked relieved, then the smile spread across his face.

"Usually he beats it twice a night…if not more." He joked, knowing his number was completely wrong.

"Well…I try not to do it with others around. I didn't think it's something you'd talk to your buds about anyway." He said, his voice returning to its normal calm.

Nick laughed, looking at him and then at the fire pit, realizing that was actually true.

"It was just my dad and me you know? I'd always do it in the shower…and it'd take too long and dad would always pound on the door when I'd be close. He knew what I was doing and he said it through the door. It came up so often I guess I'm not bothered about talking about it like I don't do it. I won't say anymore though if you feel it's weird though dude." He said, though he couldn't keep a hint of sadness out of his voice.

"With my parents…they bug me all the time…any movement I make is automatically read by either of them as something sexual…like when I was showing you the breakout on my stomach." He said, smirking.

"Yeah, I was looking right at it when he opened the door. I imagine to him it looked like I was staring at your crotch." He chuckled, remembering the look on his face.

"He asked me later if I wanted to talk about anything." He chuckled, looking off to the side.

"What, he thought we were an item or something?" he nudged him to the side.

"Dunno, I told him I didn't want to talk about anything." He said, not quite as jovial, but with a smirk.

Pausing, he looked at his best friend, trying to study his posture. He began to open his mouth when Biaggio came up right behind him and yanked his shorts down to his ankles. Foregoing his boxers, his stood in front of Patrick bare assed. His somewhat chubby member was fully exposed, the morning hair making his bush flutter. Letting out a triumphant yell, Biaggio sprinted back to the woods. Feeling his cheeks burning, he yanked up his shorts and tore after him. From behind, he could hear Patrick running and laughing as they dashing into the tree cover.

Inside the trees, the lighting deemed and he ran right past his friend. Turning, he was looking at an amused Patrick as Biaggio dashed between them and down the hill towards the creek they would often swim in. Patrick winked and followed the smaller boy down the hill as well. At the edge of the cliff, the water was deep with no large rocks protruding from the surface. Noticing Patrick was trying to hold onto a squirming Biaggio, he put on more speed. Finally joined them. Without thinking, he yanked his shorts and boxers all the way down to his ankles. Immediately his junk was waving around his face, even striking his nose once. Rising, he took hold of his left arm while Patrick had his right and tossed him down the six-foot drop to the creek below.

"Jerks!" Biaggio laughed at them after he surfaced.

"Dare me?" Patrick said, grinning.

"Sure!" he laughed, though he didn't know what he was daring him to do.

Pulling off his shirt, he then dropped his own shorts and briefs down. Completely nude, Joe was able to look at his friend up close for the first time. A somewhat thick dark red bush surround his large uncut penis. His nuts were rather small, and when he turned and jumped into the creek, his fine ass was the last thing he saw. Realizing he was hard, Joe hesitated, but as Patrick plunged into the water, Biaggio's concentration wasn't focused on him. Quickly, he pulled his shirt and shorts off and jumped in.

As the cold water surrounded him, he felt the hardness disappear almost immediately. Breaking through the surface, he found Biaggio trying to crawl onto Patrick's shoulders, as if to play chicken. Unable to find purchase, he swam from him instead. Taken aback at first, he tried to push him away. Deciding he didn't really care, he finally allowed him to up. Only after Biaggio have his legs over his shoulders did he realize that his friends' junk was actually touching his skin. Grinning wickedly, Patrick was laughing as Joe was able to make out Biaggio's arm raised, casting a should that showed him flexing his tiny biceps. Patrick rushed him and tried to pull at his legs.

Swimming backwards, he tried to shake Biaggio off back. As Patrick rushed them, he caught a change in his eye. Never recognizing it before, slowed his escape. His right hand rose and gripped Biaggio's leg, trying to pull him to the side. The other hand went straight down and gripped Joe's soft cock. Completely confused, he couldn't think straight. Above, it was clear his other friend had no idea what was going on under the surface. Biting his lip, he felt his member grow from the unsuspecting touch. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to push him away and tell Biaggio, or return the favor. As his mind raced, his body was fully turned on and didn't care who was doing what.

"Stop!" he mouthed somewhat angrily.

Patrick's face fell and he look extremely hurt, almost as if he was going to cry.

"Not now!" he mouthed again, letting his expression soften.

Relief spread rapidly, and he gave a slight nod.

"We need to get some work done…let's get out of here." suggested Biaggio, finally slipping off his shoulder's.

"Yea…. give me a minute…I don't want to show you what I've got." Patrick said, voice shaking from laughter.

"Whatever. You're not that big Pat." Said Biaggio, looking down at where his crotch was.

At that moment, Joe had reached down and tried to feel him up. Patrick laughed at him and waved his left hand. His right hand grabbed Joe's hand and guided it so smoothly you couldn't tell from the surface. Joe finally felt his friends' large hard member. He could tell it was quite a bit larger than his own. The feel of the skin covering the head was so alien, yet incredibly nice and smooth. Without a glance back, Biaggio exited the water onto the creeks' sandy bank. Turning, he unashamedly made his way down the shoreline, his small shrunken cock bobbing up and down with every step.

Not looking at him, Patrick reached over again and began to work Joe's dick as quick as possible. Due to the water, it wasn't a very fast pumping, but it still felt better than using his own hand. Coping the speed, he drew closer. Continuing their work, they slowly made for the creek bank as well. Just before the belly button surfaced, he felt the release coming. Patrick gave a muffled grunt. The water around Joe 's hand grew quickly hotter. Peering down, he could make out an enormous white cloud slowly down streaming. At that point, he lost it as well. Patrick glanced down at his mess. Patrick met his eye and gave him wink.

Suddenly, it seemed like his entire sexual identity was up in question. He did like chicks, their full breasts, their apple shaped ass, and the V between their…well…But as Patrick began to climb the ledge up to where their clothing was, he found himself staring at his perfect, white ass. The distance was close enough he could actually see the dark red hair between the crack in his cheeks. Patrick's calves bulged with each push up the cliff until he finally reached the edge.

He was still staring at the spot where his dick had disappeared when Patricks' head peered down at him. Smirking, he pulled his shirt over his head and disappeared. Feeling stupid, he made his way up as well. When he reached the top, his friend just pulled up his shorts. Aware that he was caught staring, he felt his face heat up with embarrassment. Grinning, Patrick leaned down and reached out a hand. Not meeting his eye, he took the hand and was helped up.

Now it seemed he was the one on display. Unlike himself though, Patrick looked at all his parts without any hint of embarrassment. Redressed, he looked up at him in question. There was a long silence that was broken as Biaggio joined them, still naked as a jay bird. The sight of his small and shrunken member above a rather large nut sack actually amused them. Unashamed, he walked right toward them and picked up his clothes. As he pulled up his shorts, he looked at both of them and finally noticed they were looking at his crotch.

"What? The water was cold." Was all he said before he turned and headed back up the hill to their house.

"Um…" he said, looking at Patrick full in the face.

"We don't need to talk about it." He said quietly, then turned and followed the smaller boy.

The rest of the day all he could think about was what happened earlier. He didn't feel guilty, or ashamed at all. If anything, he wanted to do more. Several times they'd glance at each other until one of them locked eyes. Patrick and Biaggio went to cut wood for their fire pit. Lately they'd made their fires larger than normal, using more of the wood than was necessary. They shouldn't have done that seeing as it was summer and the weather was hot. He made his way to one of the snare's they used to capture small game. Finding nothing, he made his way back feeling dejected.

Back at their house, everything was silent. His two friends hadn't returned yet from their logging trip. Inside, he sat in the arm chair they'd found at a dump a few weeks ago and looked over at the beds. Unable to help himself, he rose and walked over to them. Looking down at Patrick's bed, he slowly sat. Lifting the thin blanket, he brought it to his face. Inhaling, he reveled in the familiar smell. Automatically he felt his member growing hard.

Without hesitation, he pushed down the elastic band of his shorts and began to pull at his dick. Faster and faster he pumped before finally laying back on the bed. The smell of the fabric wasn't strong enough though. Dropping it, he scooted down to the foot of the bed and looked at the small pile of dirty clothes on the floor. Sifting through them, he found what he was looking for. Picking up Patrick's dirty briefs, he turned them inside out. Inhaling long and deep, he moaned to himself. He could just make out the smell of what he was sure was sweaty nuts. Another odor that had the familiar stale scent of semen. Overall it was very intoxicating.

Fisting his dick harder, he laid back on the bed, letting the dirty garment drape across his face. Using his newly unoccupied hand, he reached down and slid his fingers under the waist band and further until he felt the heat of his crack. Gently pressing at his entrance, he shivered as he felt his release coming. He was startled when he felt a hand wrap around his member. Recognizing the large hand as Patrick's, he was glad it wasn't Biaggio. Though he was now scared as hell, he couldn't bring himself to push the hand away.

"Faster." He mumbled, deeply inhaling the smell of the dirty briefs covering his face.

Though he said nothing, the speed increased. Letting out another gasp, he pulled his cheeks apart as a finger probed at him. It felt so good that he automatically lifted his legs in the air. There was a slight pause, as if in surprise before the pace picked up again. He thrusted his hips into the air as he felt a tongue dipped into his hole. He let out a raspy cry at this, loving the sensation. The tongue made its way up his nut sack, then paused as he felt his shorts yanked off. Hearing a bit of rustling, he listened harder and was sure his friend was jerking himself off.

Patrick sucked at each of his nuts before sliding his way up the shaft. After a few moments, his head was finally engulfed inside his friends' mouth. Almost immediately, he exploded into it. There was a muffled gasp, but the treatment didn't let up. There was a spray of hot liquid that covered his entire ass, some even dribbling into the crack and catching in the hair between them. Finally spent, his thrusting hips collapsed back atop of the bed. Panting, he laid still as the realization of what had just happened coursed through his mind. Suddenly feeling scared of what Patrick thought about him getting off from his dirty underwear, he began to scoot away.

The briefs were lifted away from his face. Hearing the light thump of them landing back on the floor, he slowly opened his eyes. Looming over him, Patrick grinned at him with what he recognized as joy. A wave of relief washed over him in torrents as Patrick leaned down. Locking eyes, he lifted his head as Patrick leaned further. Their lips met tentatively at first and then in real passion. Patricks' tongue darted inside. Joe smiled as he tasted his own seed inside Patrick's mouth.

It was strange, but for some reason, he didn't feel comfortable looking at Patrick at the moment. He felt completely perverted in getting off to smelling his friends' odor. After their kiss, they had nearly been caught by Biaggio. The only thing that saved them was a clatter from out by the firewood stack outside. There such a short amount in time from the sound to him entering the house, Joe had had to pull his shorts up. It wouldn't have been bad, except Patrick's cum that he had shot all over his ass was now soaking into the shorts. Smirking, Patrick had turned away and head for the cooler. At first, Joe had found it rather hot, but after a while, the novelty wore off and it became uncomfortable.

Rising, he grabbed a couple of items off his bed and made for the door. Feeling dirty and ashamed, he ignored Biaggio's greeting and walked right past him out of the house. Though he heard Patrick say something, he did not look back. He wasn't really sure how he felt, just that he needed to think. Turning to the right, he walked over to a group of trees in a circle with what looked like a large bucket hanging from the branches overhead. Dropping the bar of soap onto the ground, he unhooked the bucket and headed to the creek and filled it. By the time he had come back with the bucket full of water, Patrick was looking nervous as he stood next to the circle of trees.

"Joe?" he asked timidly.

"Yeah?" he said, though not unkindly.

"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have..." he broke off and looked away.

Joe looked at him intensely, noticing the lines furrowed lines on his brow and his hunched shoulders. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Giving himself some time to think, he lifted the bucket and hooked it back in its' place. Glancing back at the house, he could hear their third friend singing quite loudly to some song by Taylor Swift. Letting out a huge sigh, Patrick started to walk away. Some primal instinct told him to do. Grabbing him by the forearm, Joe pulled Patrick back and slammed him into the tree. Looking angry, Patrick began to push him away when Joe forced their lips together. After a moment of surprise, Patrick's mouth opened and allowed his tongue to enter.

"Hey Joe?" he heard from far off.

They both jumped and looked around. Before he could do more, Patrick had disappeared. Taking a few steps over, he noticed Biaggio walking toward him with a towel. Letting his face relax and met him three or four yards away from their outdoor shower. Behind him, Patrick emerged from the tree's and ran back to the house. Just before he entered, he paused and looked back at them. From so far away, he couldn't make out his face, just that his skin was a bright pink. Joe had to guess that the color wasn't from the heat of the day, but from his emotions.

"You doing OK?" Biaggio asked with raised eyebrow.

"Yeah…sorry about just ignoring you…" he forced a laugh, "I just wasn't expecting anyone…" he said before he even thought about what he was saying.

"What?" he looked confused for a moment, then just happened to glance down.

Joe looked down and noticed his huge hard on poking a tent in his shorts.

"Did we interrupt you while you were…?" he grinned.

For a moment, he was confused, then realized what he meant.

"Well…I had to get rid of it." He shrugged.

"All you would have to have done is say "give me a minute." Or just do it at night when we're in bed. That's when I do." He said easily.

"We've noticed." He gave him a reluctant grin.

"I'm a teen boy…when I wanna jack it…I'll jack it and won't feel ashamed. I'd do it in front of anyone…" he went on.

"Again," he interrupted, "We've noticed."

"It's not like you don't do it to." He challenged.

"Yeah…but…I dunno…" he sighed.

"Well, here's a towel and just take your time showering…though you could just do it when I do it tonight." He said, then turned and made his way back to the house.

Being somewhat speechless, Joe stared at his short friend for a moment. Shaking his head, he turned back around and stripped to his shorts. Taking a breath, he shimmied into the circle of tree's. Yanking his shorts down, he stared at his cock. Still hard and leaking precum…the hot day and made his groin sweat, and his forest clung to his body. Having come three times since last night, his nuts hung low, and rather empty. Reaching around, he palmed his ass. He could still feel a bit of dampness from earlier. Patrick had just sucked the cum right out of his cock and swallowed it without hesitation. The feel of his tongue entering his hole and his lips wrapping around his…

Shaking his head, he took one more step underneath the large bucket of cold water. Instead of just letting a small amount to fall by yanking down one end slowly, he pulled it as far as it would go. The cold water shocked him, making him gasp loudly along with a hiss. With that, his cock deflated and his sac scrunched up, causing his nuts to retreat into his body. Eye's closed, he reached back up and pulled the bucket down again…. nothing happened. Looking up, he scowled. Gritting his teeth, he groaned and retrieved the bucket again. Sighing, he made his way back down to get more water from the stream completely nude.

Sure enough, as soon as they all laid down in their beds, the familiar sound of flapping blanket came from Biaggio. Below, he heard Patrick chuckling almost immediately. Once Patrick started, he found himself laughing as well.

"You close?" called Patrick

Joe let out a snort of laughter.

"Almost." Said Biaggio, sounding perfectly unperturbed.

There was a gasp and then a sigh of satisfaction. Joe turned on his side as he heard the sound of a few tissues being removed from a box next to Biaggio's bed. Closing his eyes, he wondered how long it'd take for him to fall asleep. The day had been so hectic, his brain was still buzzing like mad. Outside the cicadas and frogs played their songs in harmony, occasionally joined by the hoot of an owl. Compared to last night, it was much cooler inside. Not cool enough to leave his shirt on though. Still, the cooler temperature made it much easier to fall asleep.

He woke sometime later, late enough for Biaggio to be snoring up a storm. Turning on his back, he stared up at the low ceiling. Faintly, he felt the bed shaking just a bit. Excited, he rolled onto his other side and peered down at the lower bunk. Unlike last night, it was completely dark inside. The fire pit was out, and the stars were absent, apparently covered by clouds. Taking a chance, he gently swung his right leg off the bunk and let it drop. The shaking bed had come to a halt. As he swung his other leg over the side, he felt a hand grab his calve. When his left foot landed next to the right, his boxers were pulled down in one quick movement.

He moaned as Patrick's mouth immediately surrounded his dick. Biting his lip, dropped into a crouching position. Before his friend could do more, he reached out and felt his hand brush past his ear. Pushing him down, Joe crawled a top him. He wished he could see Patrick's face as he leaned down. Mouth open, he pushed his tongue inside. Smiling, he scooted back just enough so their members' were lined up. Grunting, he ground into Patrick's larger dick. It felt so big compared to his own.

"You're so big." He whispered, nipping at his ear.

"I've wanted to kiss you for so long." Patrick breathed shakily.

"What?" he asked, pulling back a bit.

"I…" he faltered, then shook his head.

He wasn't quite sure what to say. That statement made him think that this was more than just fooling around with a guy for fun. It sounded more concrete, as if he was…

"Are you?" he asked, not wanting to say the rest.

There was a pause, along with letting his body fall and no longer thrusted up into Joe's own cock. Wanting him to talk a bit more, he ground himself down into his friend.

"It's OK if you are." He said with a kiss to his cheek.

"Are you?" he asked.

"I…I don't know. I don't think so but…this…" he ground down again. "feels so right."

"I am." Patrick confessed.

He laid his forehead against his friends', then shimmed down a bit. Stopping at his neckline, he pulled off the wife beater Patrick was wearing. Using his tongue he shifted downward over his Adam's apple and then pausing above his breast. Rotating his head a bit, he gave his left nipple an experimental lick. Patrick's body shook slightly, then jumped as he nipped at the bud playfully. Grinning, he started to shimmy down further. As he reached his navel, his hair was yanked back up until he was once again over his face.

Patrick pulled him in. "Suck me." He whispered, sounding desperate.

Joe gasped as he felt his ear nibbled, ending with a slight lick right over the opening to his ear canal. Nodding his head, he began to scoot down, he was yanked back up. This time he felt the tongue slide into his ear canal. Joe moaned and tilted his head to make the job easier. Patrick puffed out two short blasts of air in amusement. Then he nudged his head up until his other ear was accessible. Repeating the act, Joe shuddered involuntarily and ground his member into Patrick's wood harder. Chuckling, he was finally pushed back down.

Only a thin sheet covered his lower body, with a tent right over his crotch. Instead of pulling the sheet down, he gripped him hard. There was a much louder moan from above. Gritting his teeth, he paused and listened to see if the sound had woken up their third friend. The snores were louder and slower; an indication he was deep asleep. Relieved, he leaned down and pulled the sheet up and off the monster cock below with his teeth. Patrick's dick was poking out through the opening of his briefs. Quickly, he pulled them down until his dick slapped back to his body. His right leg bent awkwardly until he was finally able to free it from the underwear.

Even from a few inches above, Joe could smell the aroma of Patrick's nut sweat. It turned him on so much he didn't know what to think. Bending lower, he gave the head a tentative lick. Automatically, it was thrust into the air toward his lips. There was a sudden pressure on the back of his head. Tilting his head a bit, he caught the outline of Patrick's head, along with the arm that was held above his head. Taking a breath, he opened his mouth and let his friend push him down. At first it didn't quite feel right…there was a tip at the end and no piss slit. Then he realized the foreskin must be covering the head. Grinning, he lifted his head back up and pushed his tongue into the depression before the tip. It kept going until he finally felt the slit at the top of the head. Using his lips, he pushed the rest of the skin down until it was held back by the rim of the head.

"So good…" Patrick shook, his head falling back against the pillow.

The size was incredible. He could barely get to the half way point of the shaft. Going lower, he felt he could possibly go all the way down. However, on his next bob, he went so low the coarse hair growing around his friends' cock entered his nostrils. Feeling a disturbance in his nostrils, he hurriedly pulled his head off. His lips were only a millimeter away from the head when he let out a sneeze so loud, he was sure Biaggio couldn't possibly have slept through it. Behind him, he heard Biaggio move around, making him cringe. Patrick had quickly reached down and pulled the sheet back over his body. Joe thought this was rather stupid. Surely their third friend would easily be able to make out the outline of his body. Still he tried to flatten his body as much as possible.

The whole while, Patricks' cock remained hard, and even bobbed up and down with his heartbeat. Unable to help himself, he slowly gripped the base and began to pump. Biaggio's snores didn't return, but his breathing grew deeper. Too on edge, Joe didn't feel like he wanted to suck his friends' cock at the moment. Still, he wanted to get him off. What they had just done, making out and grinding into each other was so hot, and he definitely wanted to do it again. But first…

He increased his speed, reaching down and gently rolled his nuts between his fingers. Going lower, he pressed the same fingers into his friends' crack. The area was so damp from sweat, the digits slid easily to his puckered opening. Gripping his dick harder, and increased with even more speed more as he pushed into the tight heat. Patrick went rigid and he started patting his hand with urgency. Grinning, he stretched his head up and over the length. He had just managed to wrap his lips around the head when an explosion of hot fluid erupted into his mouth. Salty, and yet sweet, he was surprised how much he liked it. Luckily, there wasn't a whole lot, but enough that Patrick groaned and his body went flat.

Sliding his fingers out, he pulled them up as he shimmied his way back up Patricks' body. Rotating his head to the side, he could just make out the enormous smile Patrick wore. Feeling rather proud of himself, he maneuvered his body until he looked down at him. Though he was so freaking hard at the moment, he couldn't care less. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to his friends'.