" "Uh huh." I said. But the idea had some merit. Mom was always getting me out of trouble. Since my dad died, she had developed a soft spot that had n...t been there before and my sisters and I took advantage of it. On reflection, that was likely one reason we all still lived at home and why we did not pay rent and why she did not date, ever. Wait a minute? She did not date? She had to get sex crazy from time to time. I could hide her toy box and she would get crazy and, and . . . . Maybe it. Do you want to sit down?" Sure." He did so, relaxed a bit. "Okay. Here's the thing. I want to help out. I mean, I know that you already found someone, but I don't need to be on the team. I just want to be able to, be... used. For whatever, I mean."Ryan was intrigued, a little amused. "You're saying you want the guys to fuck you?"The boy blushed. "I mean, I... yes."Ryan grinned. "What's your name, son." Eric." Okay, Eric, nice to meet you. I'm Coach Ryan." He waited, but Eric said nothing. "I. Especially out here in the woods, inside this small cemetery. I sit in the cab of my old truck, listen to the rain tell the story, and wait for Melinda.In these parts, we never seem to have nice winter weather. It's always cold, cloudy, and raining. All it's good for is hunting, mostly deer. Only I don't hunt-not anymore.But this became my favorite time of year because of Melinda. I was driving home after wasting most of a Saturday down in the bottoms trying to get that big buck just about. I was thinking that people may look at us and wonder about an older man, well only 42, and a younger girl.As there a couple of nice pubs nearby, we decided to walk to the nearest one and decided to sit in the beer garden with our drinks. I'm not sure if it was intentional but after about 20 mins of putting the world to right, she crossed her legs and I got a lovely view on her white lacy knickers. As we had more drinks this happened more often and I tried not to look...not an easy thing to.