He dunked a small towel in the pool, threw it to me and ordered me onto the end of the diving board. When I got there, my cock was still hard, even th...ugh I was starting to get scared. He ordered the other boys to turn around and scorn me. Then coach yelled, “Cover that boner with the towel!” Seeing those 30 soft dicks lined up, even as they began laughing at me with a wet towel draped over my stiff tent pole, was humiliating at the same time it excited me. I got the first inkling of how. Dorinda noted their direction as being towards the trees. She wondered and looked sideways at her companion. Surely not.... Not Cyril! But she was not to know. The public address system announced a race. "I´m sorry." She gently touched his arm. "I have to go." Dorinda never knew the details. But two of the female guests had been persuaded to enter. There was much chaffing and a good deal of vociferous betting. It was obvious that neither entrant was enthused by their escort´s confidence in. #*What?* The voice almost sounded cowed for a moment.#You're still pathetic. Why are you even in that dead-end job, anyway?You should be using what your parents spent so much to put you throughuniversity to learn. After 6 years, you should have done better thanthat...#*...*#SIX YEARS! I mean, how stupid are you?#I could hear echoes of my father's voice there and I could feel thedisappointment he must feel in me. He'd never said it, but he must havefelt it...~You were very good to come back and. I should have listened when he crooned, ‘I really like you but I can’t be friends – not with these hands of mine.’ When his energy was around me I was totally intoxicated – could not look or pull away, even with the stakes that high. Sometimes I listen to songs I know he is hearing on his way to work or while running to the grocery store on a Sunday afternoon. Country songs, pop songs – silly or romantic or so sad they make you ache. I like to imagine how he looks singing them and if he ever.