First Peter delivers Gary's dessert.

Gary crumpled up the empty taco bag. "Man, that was good. A friend indeed," he told Peter.

"Sandy thought of it," Peter said.

"Thanks, Sand'," Gary said.

"Sure," Sandy said.

"How long till I get to call you daddy? You gotta run back?" Peter asked.

"I can chill a bit," Gary said. "Nurse is doing something."

"How's it going?" Sandy asked.

"Tired. Lot of waiting, then helping with one thing or another," Gary said.

"You want the other half of our care package?" Sandy asked.

"Huh?" Gary said.

"In Peter's zipper bag," Sandy said, patting Peter on the thigh of his pants. "He's got a churro and buns warm for you."

"Yeah, if you're still hungry," Peter said.

Gary could see an erection outlined inside Peter's thin pants. His own rod twitched and swelled.

"Damn. Yes," Gary said. "Is there another taco?" he asked, looking hopefully at Sandy.

Sandy laughed. "I'd say you have enough tacos on your plate," she said. "Hmm, how many? Let's see..." Sandy spread one hand and tapped her fingers one by one, silently mouthing the names of Gary's recent female sexual partners, starting with his girlfriend Bernie.

Gary swallowed. "Oh well," he said. "Probably more than fill me up already."

Sandy threw a mock punch past Peter aimed at Gary's midsection.

"Oof!" Gary said as Sandy's punch landed short.

"Better get your dessert while you can," Sandy said.

"Um, thanks again," Gary said. "Guess we should take this round the corner." He nodded to Peter.

Around the corner from the waiting area was the bathroom. Gary followed Peter in and latched the door.

"Damn, you and Sandy are the best," Gary said. "Gimme."

Gary opened Peter's pants and slid his hands into Peter's underwear, pushing down to bare him to his knees. Peter's penis popped up.

"Beauty," Gary said, admiring Peter's slim pink shaft. He took hold and squeezed, feeling Peter's erection firming in his hand. It was hot and a little moist, weeping at the tip.

Peter laughed. "Something extra for you, too," he said.

"Huh?" Gary said.

"Taste."

Gary dropped to his knees and sucked in the head of Peter's cock. Rather than just the grassy-sweet taste of boy, there was a strong and distinctive note of girl juice. But not a girl whose taste he knew already. "Mmm!" Gary said.

Peter laughed. "Thank Sandy for the taco sauce," he said. "Ahhhh," he added, feeling Gary's lips and tongue go to work. "Ah. So good. Just returning a favor." Peter took a deep breath. "Cause of you I know what Sharon and Bernie taste like."

Gary felt his ears get warm, but he sucked Peter deeper, enjoying the mixture of girl and boy on his tongue.

Peter grinned as he saw the tip of Gary's cock poke out of the waistband of his knit warm-up pants. "Oh yeah, feels good," Peter said. Gary was enjoying it too. Peter watched Gary's cock swell until the thick head popped out all the way, the foreskin receding as Gary reached full erection.

"Dude, your dick is sticking out," Peter said.

Gary swallowed, looked up at Peter and took a breath. "What's it to you?"

"Just wondering if you want to put it somewhere," Peter asked.

"Hell, that's all I ever want," Gary said.

"At least after you've eaten your fill," Peter said. "Let me have a turn at you." He beckoned Gary to stand up. "This might be my last chance for a while."

Gary got up and leaned against the wall. Peter dropped to his knees and pulled down Gary's bottoms, freeing his friend's big cock.

"Oh yeah," Gary said. "Eat my cock, Pete." He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "Ahh. So good."

A couple of quiet minutes passed, the two young men breathing fast and deep, Peter's mouth working wetly on Gary's cock.

"Y'know Pete," Gary said. "I finally found out how our moms set us up. Set me up."

"Mm-hm," Peter said.

"I'm actually glad," Gary said. "I think she was worried about me and the guys from the beach party crew, y'know, Stuart and Trent. She was right. Oh that's good, Pete."

"Mm-hm," Peter said.

Gary said, "So when your mom asked my mom about you being interested in me that way, Mom was all, 'Hell yes, if they wanna fuck boys, let's have them fuck each other under our own roofs.'"

"Mmmm," Peter said. He fondled Gary's balls, still low and soft but slowly rising.

"You're a fuck of a lot better cocksucker than Trent, and a lot better fuck, and you're my best friend too," Gary said. "Fucking A."

Peter paused and looked up. "Fucking A," Peter said. "You wanna dedicate your last shot as a free-and-easy bachelor to me?"

"Hey, let me think about THAT for half an eyeblink," Gary said.

But Gary did pause. He was tense and cranky and tired and it would be SO good to shoot his load with his best friend Peter. But if Gary actually came, it might put him to sleep and he could miss the baby.