After some climbing you reach the end of the zip, poking your head up into the fresher air of Chris' room, but you notice immediately that the air isnt quite pure, it has an underlaying aroma of musk, the smell of guys, the smell of his body. Maybe it's just because you're so small, but either way you plan to find the sources.
You climb out and hit the ground running. You know this kids room, you've been here a few times before if not for the things you've always wanted. You have a flashback looking at the bed, you and Chris were wrestling on it over some videogame dispute. He held you down with his arms, his face only inches above yours. So close you could smell his breath, so close you could almost reach out and kiss those glazed lips. But what does he do? He spins round, lines his ass up with your face, so now your practically kissing his other lips, and lets out a fart. You still laugh about it, even while he doesnt know you went home that night and jacked off furiously to the smell.
You find a tendril of fabric hanging down which you climb with surprising ease, you could never do this in gym class. Your on top of the bed, and before you is your teenage giant. He lays flat on his front, his legs open, and his face sideways towards the wall the bed touches. You sat awestruck at the sight. His skin is still slightly shimmering from the coat of sweat, and his rounded ass is rising and falling gently with his breathing.
Breathing? You remember he sleeps with his mouth open, often resulting in wet pillows.
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