I start to enter you, taking my time so it’s not obvious to the crowd pressing against us. You feel my cock slide into your pussy and you squeeze my...cock before relaxing and letting me fuck deep into your cunt. Your hard nipples are pressed against the bar. The bartender’s talking to his friends about some girl he fucked last night. His nasty talk turns you on even more. You arch your back so that I have better access. I grab your ass, using the motion of the crowd to push me into you. Slowly,. As he began to eat I put the coffee pot away and made my way under the table in front of him. I quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi hard cock which I hungrily wrapped my lips around, sucking harder as I ran my tongue along the underside. Bobbing faster and faster I gagged a little as it pushed into my throat but not enough to stop me or dissuade me in any way as I was getting more and more used to it now. Finally I felt his hard cock buck right before launching his delicious cum. "You should've figured out by now that I'm not that pristine." Yeah, you're right," he grinned. "In fact-and I'm being a real jerk by even bringing this up, especially if it's not true, but I'm curious. I heard a rumor that you 'got it on' with some guy in right field." True story. Not just 'some guy, ' though, Skipper. Your starting catcher," I grinned."You... and Kirkland?!?" Yeah, I thought you knew." No, I thought you guys were just good friends." No, Coach, sorry. We're going out. You now. "Does it hurt?" Frank asked."No," Oliver replied. "But it's like... I can always feel that the scars are there."Frank lifted his hand, convinced he wasn't going to hurt anything, and hesitated only a moment before placing his palm over the top of Oliver's head. The hair was thick, surprisingly soft. Frank found himself pushing it back before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing and found Oliver's scalp with gentle fingers. It didn't take him long to find what Oliver was talking about..