I really had never had anyone offer me a beer. I was feeling pretty grown-up at that moment. I heard Ronnie say "sure, coach. Ed, do you want one too?... Sure, coach."Coach said. "Hang up your coats over there and make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."Coach came back in with a couple of bottles of Pabst blue ribbon and a glass with some amber liquid in ice for him. He went over and turned on the television to the basketball game station. The game wouldn't start for about another 20. The turning point came when I was back in Mumbai for the end of a project. Sachin was supervising the team again, and we had a series of seemingly endless late night meetings trying to wrap things up before the deadline. The urgency to finish was compounded by the fact that Sachin was quitting the company and these were his last few weeks in office. It was at one such late night meeting that everything changed. It was about one in the morning, and Sachin had sent everyone but me home. We were. I lick her sweet pussy. Her juices cover my face. My pussy throbs as I imagine this. I enter another finger inside of me. There is not enough room for my fingers to go where I want them with my pants on. I rip off my pants and gyrate my hips as I slowly enter my fingers inside of me one at a time, until I have all four fingers inside of me. Just as I am about to curl my thumb and try to fist myself my fantasy is disturbed by John’s deep angry voice, the voice my father would use on me when. The lowest of all insults was thatsomeone was an anus licker.On son's initiation nights, however, anus licking and full scalerimming was not only totally acceptable, it was a very importantpart of the rite.In reality, however, much more anus licking went on than anyonewould admit. Little boys licked each others anuses in privatedaily. Older boys who would take a younger initiated boy to bedfor the night, would first rim him before fucking him. Older menrimmed younger boys on a regular basis,.