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It’s graduation day, and Bobby and Richard are planning their futures. Ironically, the underprivileged Bobby is going to college on a scholarship, while well-off Richard is hanging around their hometown to learn the profitable family business. For aMoreIt’s graduation day, and Bobby and Richard are planning their futures. Ironically, the underprivileged Bobby is going to college on a scholarship, while well-off Richard is hanging around their hometown to learn the profitable family business. For a going-away gift, Richard gives his best friend a gag mirror that’s painted with a buxom woman’s chest below, and the words “Tig Ol’ Bitties” above. What neither of them realize is that it’s a magic mirror, and that by looking into it and saying the magic words, the illusion the mirror gives becomes real.They discover this soon enough, though, while getting very drunk at Richard’s house when his parents are out of town. Neither of them are experienced, and they can’t help but explore. Yeah, they’re straight, but there’s nothing weird about wanting to touch real breasts, is there? Even if they’re on your best friend?Of course, they soon are doing more than just touching…TIG OL’ BITTIES is a 5,700 word, humorous modern fantasy short story involving sexual (gay? Straight? Bi?) activity. It’s intended only for an open-minded adult audience.ExcerptBobby climbed onto the bed, his arms wobbling in his drunken attempts to maintain balance on the soft, springy surface. He flopped onto his back, and his breasts slid to the sides, then sprang back to the center, then settled back to the sides a bit.Richard climbed onto the bed, too, having just as much trouble as Bobby had. He planted his face against his best friend’s sternum, then wrapped his face in his best friend’s warm, soft breasts, mashing them to either side of his cheeks and all the way up past his ears. He turned his head to either side, kissing and licking and sucking. When Bobby ground his erection against him, Richard couldn’t help but grind back. It was reflex. It was automatic.Richard let Bobby’s breasts drop, and they again bounced impressively.He glanced down. The swollen head of Bobby’s cock was poking out of the waistband of his boxers.Richard said, “I’ve always wanted to taste this, too,” as he ducked down and took the cap in his mouth. It jumped and swelled, and Richard found a drop of salty pre-cum with his tongue.Bobby put his hands quickly on Richard’s shoulders as if he would push him away, but then Richard took him in deeper, pulling down his waistband, taking his shaft between his wet lips as he ran his tongue around Bobby’s glans.Bobby thrust, and though his hand stayed on Richard’s shoulders, they began to rub rhythmically. Richard bobbed his head to the rhythm, and Bobby grew even harder in his mouth.While Bobby’s tits felt amazing, his cock tasted amazing, with all the pre-cum he was leaking. Richard was also amazed at how hot the shaft was between his lips.The only annoyance was the waistband. This was the final test. If Bobby was going to back out, it would be as Richard worked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and boxers on each side and prepared to pull them down.Far from breaking things off, Bobby pressed his feet into the bed, lifting himself up to make the process easier. Richard never let Bobby’s cock out of his mouth as he removed his friend’s last stitches of clothing, then knelt back between his spread legs.He gripped Bobby’s thick shaft in his hand and worked it up and down as he sucked at the head, pumping firmly, twisting his wrist just a bit. He knew how to stroke a dick- he’d been doing it to his own about five times a day for years.