Every time we wrestle, T always rubs my thighs, grabs my ass, and puts my hands on his cock. I was thinking about the hidden tension between us that I had been trying to ignore. On the way to the pool, T was talking, but I was lost in thought. (I knew that if we stayed inside that something was bound to happen!!) I have to admit that I secretly liked it, but I blew it off and suggested that we go swimming. He kept putting his hands on my ass and kept placing my hands between his legs (more than normal!). I noticed that tonight he was acting a little different, though. He was teasing me, touching me, and kept trying to wrestle, etc. When I got to T's house, he was in a silly mood. We had known each other for years and in the summer, we always went swimming together late at night. Anyway, he was one of the only black guys that lived at our apartment complex and he was always home alone.
T was a couple years older than I was (23). I was hot and restless! I decided to go over to my friend T's house. I was alone at home and it was one of those very warm nights.
