When I stopped climaxing, I pulled him up to my face by his face and just started hugging him and kissing him everywhere I could, I could taste myself...on his mouth and around it and that got me even more turned on. I put my bottoms back on and pushed Jimmy onto his back, I pulled his trunks off, then I had an idea.I laid on my back and told Jimmy to straddle my face so I could lick and suck his balls, he wasted no time in getting into position. As soon as he was I started to stroke his. Once the team settled down and all of the trainers and tapers left the room, the water and Gatorade cart finished it's run, and the din from the half-time show had faded, Coach Winslow stood before them."Well, this is the last time this year. It's a happy-sad occasion. We've accomplished so much and there's a little unfinished business out there. We stick to the game plan, stay within ourselves, and see how it works out. No matter what happens, there is no reason not to hold your head up. Keep. So, it remained a subject for fantasy, and play. Actually being cut wasn’t like whip marks. Clitorises, once pruned, they don’t grow back.This is story is fictionalized reality. Stuff that happened at different times, and with different people, conflated, rewritten, made simple and manageable. IT WAS A GAME we played with each other occasionally while the boys were away in southeast Asia.We love each other, and at times our play gets pretty intense. We obviously never really did, or would. Itwas growing, it used to be Japan no doubt it would soon take over thewhole wall. What a dump.I suppose, as this is a sort of journal, I ought to mention how I cameto be in this flea-infested hellhole of an apartment. You never know,my great grand children may want to know about me someday.I was born 18 years and 6 months ago. (The six months are important,you will see why in a minute).I had a happy childhood living with my mum and dad in Kent (England).My dad was a computer software designer.