Again he stiffened went quite, re positioned his dick for his pleasure and pulled me onto him all the way and bang in went a few million black boys up...this willing white Lady's cunt. The pressure was on! A young lads eager load is very filling and he was still ready and very eager. I wriggled so that he was more or less straight up me now and not bent forwards, this was more comfy as the helmet was up near my belly now. His hands shifted to my slim waist and he fucked up and down my swollen. By now, the last quarter had run out and the movie had stopped so there was almost no light.He asked again, “Can you see how hard it is?”“No, I can’t see anything. It’s too dark,” but trying to be polite, I offered, “I can feel how hard you are.”He reiterated, “But I want you to see how hard it is?”After saying that, I felt the weight of his hands on my shoulders. He didn’t push, but in my mind, I think resisted. However, my cock was in controlling my actions and it wasn’t generating any. It only used a quart of oil a week, and the six cylinder engine got pretty good gas mileage, not that gas mileage was a major consideration in 1964. Gas was 25-30 cents a gallon. I was the only guy in my group to have his own car. That made me rather popular among my peers. Four or five of the guys would each chip in 50 cents for gas, and we could cruise all night. Throughout the nearly completed school year, I had been enamored with the sister of one of my classmates. Ann and I had chatted. And though you weren't one to look intentionally, you had caught an occasional glimpse of Kevin's rather generous proportions in the gym shower.You and he were the perfect players. Your technique for picking up girls was nearly flawless, and it was rare that each of you ended an evening out without a girl on your arm. On the unusual occasion that only one of you could find a girl, you were both very good at sharing. And when that happened, you both left the woman very satisfied by the end of.