Their Strolls

Their Strolls

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Johnathan Wick recently moved to northern Italy with his mother and twin brother. Their mother lived in Tuscany for many years of her youth. So when their father left, the family moved closer to their roots. He and his twin would often go on walks in the valley between the quaint town they get groceries from and their cottage like home. Johnny, as most referred to him as, was quite relaxed compared to his energetic twin Benjamin. He loved to take naps in the shade of his favorite tree his mother carved her name into when she was young. When one lays under a tree, won't they get hungry? Yes! They will, so bring something to munch on! Is what Johnny says on a daily. He believes in the power of napping outdoors and eating snacks; he's a simple man to please some would say. Johnny met other teens when he starts school there. Their acquaintance with each other buds into a friendship then blossoms into something much more beautiful.
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"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

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