danya

summer. The parents fucked off somewhere for a week, gave him enough money and left Ilya alone at the dacha. Well, how alone.. He and Danya found something to do, and on a permanent basis, every night, they arranged sleepovers at Ilya's house, having fun in different ways, and Danya's parents were always indifferent to who their son was hanging out with, even if he started dating Ilya, they wouldn't mind. here it is, once again they were walking late at night along the alleys, intimidating each other, jumping on the garages and laughing at each other's jokes, tripping and falling, and then one recalling how the other looked at such moments. they were already out of breath, so they lay down on the roof of one of the garages, it is not clear what time it was already on the clock, but it was completely dark, only the moon and the stars illuminated the way, in the village, outside the city, this is the only way to look at the constellations at night, and there are few street lamps, most of them did not work anyway and some were blinking, but this did not really change anything, only adding gloom and a reason for fear to the children. both puffing, discussed their lives and the maravs', leaving a playful note even in a tired state. they squeezed each other's hand, tightly, until they fell apart together, looking at the stars, if you think about it it was more intimate than any sex, they were close and there is no need to argue about it, but how close? they themselves did not know, they were like friends, but also like something more.