“Joe, I am not going to have dinner with you tonight.In fact, I have another date with a much nicer man who is taking me to the new French restauran... over on the Boulevard. I can’t go out with you anymore because I am engaged to Tony now and he is really the jealous type.”Needless to say, all of this took me by surprise because I had never heard of Tony before and Irene had never told me she liked French restaurants. It was more expensive, but if she told me she wanted to go there, I would have. His parents had a shop just around the corner from where I lived and I had known him and been “best mates” with him for ever.We would walk to school together and come back home again together.It was the summer of 1965 and I was a teenager.One day on the trip home from school, John was “busting” for a pee, we were near the old disused coal yard and he went behind one of the old sheds, (the ground around the whole yard was thick with a layer of coal dust), I had peep round the shed and saw him. I felt my orgasm beginning; that deep feeling in the pit of your stomach that can move quickly to the point of no return if not controlled. It was time for the question. “Do you swallow?”I asked. “I do. I can. I like to. But today, I’d really like to watch you cum. Can I just watch you shoot your cum?” “I’d actually like that myself.” I said, breathing heavier and keeping it simple, and quickly losing the battle of control. “Do you mind cum getting on you?”I asked. “Not at all; in fact I. All were wearing at least boxers, briefs, or panties. Some were wearing footie pajamas, that have built-in mittens, with long sleeves that zipped to their neck, leaving only their neck and heads exposed. They were some sort of very light, breathable fabric, but kept them from feeling direct touch anywhere on their bodies other than their head.It is funny that all the boys have on t-shirts with underwear or sleep shorts. Most of the non-touch averse girls are just in panties no matter how large.