So I was easy pickings, as they say. Well, anyway, there I was getting the holy crap beat out of me by a couple of 8th grade jocks. I'd learned to tuc... and roll a long time ago and they weren't doing too much damage. But they were getting close. I guess it was when they picked up the waste basket that Billy had had enough. You see, in Texas, a 55 gallon used oil barrel serves as a waste basket. Anyway, Billy had gotten his growth early and already stood 6'3" and weighed in at 225. Coaches knew. You start to mumble softly, harder, faster. A smile creeps across my face watching you squirm under that blanket. You moved around so much that the blanket has fallen away, you seem to be sweating a bit so maybe you were to warm. I watch a little while longer and I notice your hand starting to make its way between your legs. You slowly spread your thighs apart while you start to rub your magic spot. I watch with delight as you start to slide a finger inside. You work it in and out slowly at. My relapse did not last long as you replaced the pressure of your hand in the locks of my hair, making sure to weave tufts of it around your fingers. The pull of my hair causes my head to tip back further as you maneuver me to how you want me. My lower body presses against yours, and my back arches back to relieve the pressure against my scalp. You held me there, my body’s balance dependent upon your grip in my hair, before leaning down to place your lips against the exposed front of my neck.. It was a turn on to be alone with him there in these hypermasculine surroundings. He took off the hard hat, embraced me in a strong bear hug and kissed me deeply. As usual, the scent of his sweat, deodorant and cigarette tobacco chubbed me up. I cupped his package and noted that he was also turned on. I pulled his polo off and ran my fingers through the forest of his damp and sweaty body hair. I licked the sweat off of him and unbuckled his jeans. I licked his hard cock and balls savoring.