We are standing above you, naked and at full mast beside each other. Two glorious cocks aching for your body to pleasure them. "I've had enough of yo... two telling me what to do," you say through a cheeky grin. "Now it's my turn. Jazz, lie on the floor. Sean, after I've mounted him, I want you to fuck my arse." You get a thrill out of our reactions. I leap to the floor and not only does Sean's smile grow but he grips his cock and starts wanking with anticipation. You are not even. Then, there is Kiki. She is thirty-something, married with c***dren. On Tuesdays, her daughter Katy has dance practice after school, so Kiki doesn’t have to pick up her daughter right at three. So, around nine o’clock in the morning she pulls up at the front of my condo and out of her car she springs, her big ole boobies bouncing, her heavy hanging hooters hopping around beneath a thin cotton sweater, the big orbs wobbling and wagging about as she slings her purse over her shoulder. She goes. Neivers. Coach Neivers had played two years of single 'A' ball for the Cubs organization. When he realized that his potential for the bigs was limited, he quit the grind and went to college. Neivers was an excellent coach and really loved the game.The only bump in the road of my contentment was that jerk, Tony Rochelli.Rochelli, for some reason, started singling me out for his boastful derision. At first it was little things, calling me Polack or nerd boy. Then, thinking he was really clever,. Me, I was this lil 510 skinny kid, blond hair, hazel eyes,olive skin, I was athletic as well, real ripped up. I was real smart though, kinda nerdy. We were both virgins, and explorers of that. Our parents were gone through the week off to work, and we were constantly at home by ourselves. So, Caitlyn and I would always be trying to find ways to keep occupied, we were young and didnt like to sit around, especially on a ranch. One day, I was snooping around in my parents room and came across.