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a painter, but she talked me out of it. She was probably right.” His sex continued to grow under Peter’s hand.
    “Well, you obviously have talent. I haven’t. It makes a big difference.”
    “You could have. You just might not have discovered it yet.”
    “I doubt it.” He interrupted himself with laughter. “But I guess today proves there’s a lot I haven’t discovered yet.” He unfastened buttons and grasped Charlie’s sex and eased it out. It sprang up, and the head hovered near the wheel. “Golly, it’s even bigger than I remembered. I thought I must’ve imagined it.”
    “Do you want me to kill us both?” Charlie protested. Being naked and erect out of doors in broad daylight brought him immediately to the verge of orgasm.
    “You just keep driving. You said I could do anything I felt like.” He leaned over, obliging Charlie to remove one hand from the wheel, and ran his tongue along the length of the sex and took the head in his mouth. Charlie’s loins were rocked by the shock of it. He knew he should stop him, but the daring of it thrilled him. His size had always inhibited oral play, exposing him to teeth, but now he felt only the moist, smooth warmth of Peter’s lips and tongue. Peter’s head moved against his chest, surely visible to the whole world, as his mouth demonstrated its extraordinary capacity. Charlie felt his eyes closing, his hand slipping from the wheel. His free hand gripped the back of Peter’s shorts and he made a furious effort to concentrate on the road as the power built up in him, making his jaws clamp shut and his legs stiffen. His hips were convulsed, every muscle seemed to lock as he exploded into the avid mouth. They both uttered stifled cries. The car swerved, but he recovered control. Peter’s shoulders contracted, he retched once, but he held the sex in his mouth until Charlie’s final spasms had subsided. Then he rested his head in his lap.
    “Was it all right to swallow it?” he asked, his lips brushing against the dwindling sex.
    “Yes, sure.”
    “I thought it might make me sick.” He kissed the sex with lips and tongue and gentle teeth and lifted it back into the trousers and buttoned it in. He gave it a squeeze and sat up.
    “Actually, it’s supposed to be good for you,” Charlie assured him.
    “You taste wonderful. It is something people do, isn’t it? I mean, with the mouth? I’ve heard of it.”
    “Of course. Only nobody’s ever really managed to do it with me before.”
    Peter’s face lighted up as he turned to him. “Honestly? That’s marvelous. Did I broaden your experience?”
    They laughed. “Jesus. You’re really something.”
    “I can’t go to the club now,” Peter said.
    “Why?”
    “I came again, naturally.”
    “You’re incredible. How many times does that make?”
    “I don’t know. I come automatically when you do.”
    “And a few times when I haven’t.”
    “That was just the beginning. It won’t happen any more. What do you call it?”
    “What?”
    “This.” He gave Charlie another squeeze.
    “Oh. Cock, I guess. I don’t like most of the other words.”
    “I want to see your cock when it isn’t hard.”
    Charlie felt it stirring again. “I don’t see how you ever will if we go on like this,” he said dismissively. This was somehow going too far; he felt once more that he was being drawn in too deep. He wanted suddenly to get away from Peter for a while. He had to be with other people, see himself reflected in the familiar faces of the boys and girls who offered and demanded no more than simple companionship.
    The road he had taken came to an end among sand dunes and he turned the car without stopping. “That’s the Atlantic Ocean. We can look at it some other time. I have to go to the club. I left my racket there yesterday. You can wait in the car. I won’t be long.” He accelerated recklessly.
    “You don’t have to hurry for me,” Peter said. He removed his hand from Charlie’s lap. “It’ll