That evening Rod had been quieter than his usual outgoing self, clearly playing second fiddle to Andrew, sitting largely observing apart from the odd ...nterjection when addressed by Andrew. Andrew on the other hand was full of self-confidence, immediately making himself at home, kicking his shoes off, requiring a drink and from what he said had obviously been well briefed about us by Rod. His self-assurance was epitomised when he nonchalantly without warning stood, approached Sue and got his. Well, MY father had a garden variety (maybe six inch) dick! (What boy never got a glance of his father's penis, growing up?)My high school was a five year high school, meaning the 8th grade, was Frosh, instead of the ninth grade. (Actually, both were frosh, but ninth graders called themselves "fresh" to avoid confusion.)So, here I was, playing football, one fine October Saturday morning, when this play occurs, and I got blindsided so badly, I didn't come out of my coma until Tuesday, ten days. It felt wonderful.But, I want to see your face too. Let's do the missionary position.No problem, I laid down on my back on the bed with one of the pillows under my hips for ease of access. That was absolutely wonderful. I am doing it. I am finally being fucked by a man.He held out quite a while, then he warned me, “I am cumming.”“That's fine, do it.” .. and I ejaculated on my own stomach.He withdrew his dick, removed the condom, gave it a couple of strokes and – added his cum to mine on top of. He also had two muscular thugs behind him, waiting patiently for an order.“Always knew you'd never amount to anything, Mommy's Boy. Still, you've done pretty well for yourself all things considered,” Jeremy responded, playing with the edge of his knife idly.“Didn't think you'd have time in your busy schedule to check on me in person. Running out of kids to shake down for candy? Too bad we're eight months away from Halloween,” you replied.“Funny guy, aren't ya? Wanna see how funny you are.