When I got to the couch one of the guys was laying on it opposite side I was on . He sat up and asked if I cared if we shared it as the floor was hard...and he couldn’t get to sleep. I was still drunk and replied with a whatever , I just wanted to pass out. I was lying there just about asleep when I felt him rubbing my leg. I figured ignore him and he’ll knock it off and pass out. So I pretended I was asleep and he continued to rub my legs farther and farther up. I continued my sleeping act. ..' Steve did not let up he just placed his hands on the back of my shoulders and started to power hunch his dick into my prostrate bung. I tried as much as I could to take his dick till I had to beg and plead, promising Steve anything he wanted if he would just slow down. It seems like Steve would fuck all night till his third load and when he did release it flooded me as if he was pissing. Steve's dick was throbbing and twitching in my bung as he emptied his load. Steve whispered in my ear as. And now I was deathly afraid that I had ruined my friendship with Kip and Davey's mom, too. And, to top it all off, I always seemed to blow any chance of having a girlfriend for more than about five minutes.I know, I know, it's my own damn fault. I was willing to admit it: I was extraordinarily stupid when it came to girls.Why was I being so hard on myself? I could explain it in four simple words.I never called Becky.All weekend long, I agonized about what I would say to her, after Saturday. I. But first we got some excitement from some folks on the low end of the IQ curve.In neutral territory we were not showing our colors. We had ordered our food and were talking waiting on our pizzas. The kids shared a table across the room from the boring grownup gang leaders, they were using Pammie’s laptop and the pizza place WiFi, the password was the days special toppings: shrimp onion. I was alone against the wall while Ernie and Tony took opposite sides of the table in front of me. Then.