I felt a hand wrap around my cock and start jerking me off. It was soft and little so I could tell it was the twink's hand and not the hockey player. ... started to feel some warm breath on my ass as the twink inched his face closer and closer to my hole. He hesitantly licked it. I'm not sure if he was trying to emulate what I had done to him by teasing his hole or if he was just genuinely afraid to rim me, but this twink seemed not at all confident in his rimming. His tongue barely grazed my. I stood in the living room, panting, pulling my soppy t-shirt over my head and then hurling it to the floor, where it landed with a loud, wet slap.She said, "You don't know when to give up, do you? It's too hot to run."I didn't answer. I was pissed. I lifted a leg and untied my shoe. Sweat dripped off my forehead.She asked, "What's the matter?"I lifted my other foot and yanked at the laces. I said spitefully, "Memphis! Memphis, I guess!" Come on in the shower, I'll leave the water running. Come. I shiver with the sensation of yet another cock being forced into my overworked, over wet hole but it still feels good. I start to pull up to ride it but strong arms wrap around me pulling me down onto his chest. My tight erect nipples press against him as he pulls me tight. Then there is another cock back there, right up against the one in my pussy. I have just a moment to wonder what they are doing when it slides right in stretching me out in ways I never imagined possible. The two cocks fill. There were times that I was alone with her at my aunt’s farm and at my grandmother’s cottage, and I tried everything to talk her into trying different things.At the farm, when we were alone in the barn, I convinced her to try the “show me yours and I’ll show you mine” thing, but I only got a really quick glance at her pussy, cause she put it away really fast. I kept my boner out for her to see, hoping that we could do some more things, but all she did was touch me for a second. Then she was.