The sports coach was Mr Johnson , but most people called him Mr J. he was a black ex boxer and had a ruff upbringing and at 50 was still fit and muscu...ar . Mr Johnson had given Carl a long angry lecture about racism and white private before giving him detention , which involves cleaning up the changing room after the athletics team . Carl was shaking when he left the office , Mr Johnson had done a good job of intimidating him by getting right in his face an shouting as load as he could , so. .which I took as being a good thing. I wasn't comfortable being a sex toy for guys after all I am a guy also, so why would I want to let another guy use me as his bitch. All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I walked home one Thursday evening. As I passed an alley way some one called out 'David, come here', at first it didn't register than it hit me like a ton of bricks. Back in the alley way stood Jerome in the shadows, I thought about running, but Jerome know where I lived. I glanced. Thanks to helping Dad service the family cars from time to time, I knew which end of most common tools to hold, and a few other practical matters. I'd also spent a day watching mechanics at work and had picked up a fair amount from that, plus I had one big book's worth of memorized practical advice. My knowledge was therefore highly erratic. I knew quite a lot about some things, but nothing at all about quite a few things, including some of the automatically assumed basics. I knew that would be. It was rather enjoyable, and I would occasionally give each of them a soft kiss or hug.Finally the other two joined us, and with glasses in hand we talked about how much fun we had all had. “So, how is this going to work tonight?” Mike finally asked.“Well, I really only see it working 1 way to be honest. Mike, you and Peggy are not quite ready to spend the night together yet, are you?” They both looked at each other, and while Peggy gave a nice blush, she shook her head no. “I didn’t think so..