She had no idea how long this had been going on, but, after a short respite, which she spent just trying to breathe, he had started all over again.She...had wanted just to lie there, exulting in the feel of being supremely satisfied, next to the man who had satisfied her, but she couldn’t say no when his hands started to drift across her, and his lips began to explore her body again.She closed her eyes, no longer thinking about the musical, but of the man who was with her. Bobby Dalton. It was. Adam looked at the large boner in front of him, the moist knob almost touching his trousers.“I know you want to!” said the scally. “You Scouter boys are always horny as hell!”Adam knew he was right. He wanted to taste this lad’s cock and spunk. He had always been a little turned on by the hard scally lads at his school.Adam took off his uniform jacket and cap. The nylon lining made a zipping sound across his nylon shirt as they slid together. The scally lad got an uninterrupted view of Adam’s. "You love, I knew it!"He turns me around and kisses me passionately. He asks me to choose aposition and I get on all fours. He penetrates me slowly and sensuously.I take him without too much pan and this position gives me strongersensations. We change position and he asks me to sit on him, I take hiscock and guide it into my ass hole and allow it to penetrate completely.I ride him. He pinches my nipples and tries to caress me."No, I will cum!"I bend over and kiss him passionately. I go. These were the days before Facebook or even mobile technology, so it’s not just that we had no particular reason to keep in touch – we didn’t really have the means to do so either. Beyond the age of writing letters, but not yet the age of the text message – we were quite a sad generation in some ways. ******************* I had accepted the post of Deputy Head of the History and Politics Department of a large, mixed ability secondary school, just on the northern edge of Exeter, just about 25.