Thiswas 1989 and that was a lot of money back then.He told me to write my phone number down for him, which of course I did. Hecalled me up the next ni...ht and told me to come downtown and meet him. We hadsex again and he paid me again. We had sex 4 or 5 times each month and he paidme everytime. Somewhere along the way, he started paying me before we had sex. Usually it was $100 or more.One night he gave me $200 and when we got in bed, he wanted anal sex. That wasfine with me, I like it and can. I had done that before with toys at home, but never in person. It was so close to happening now. I knew that as soon as I came it would be all over and this pig wanted more! More sweat, more smells, more cock, more cum. I had to concentrate.The big fucker was pounding my hole raw and I could tell he was even holding back from 100%. I pulled a sweet, hard, uncut Latino cock out of my mouth and said to my anal lover, "Give it to me, man. All of it! All you got!" I must have been fucking crazy. He. . all in favor?"Again the room rang with the assents of the assembled."Opposed?"No one spoke.Margo sat back in her chair ... only then realizing what had just happened."Holy shit," she breathed, her face showing her shock. "I've just become the co-head of our own Society, haven't I?" Ahyup," Thad quipped. "You've gone and done it now, Margo. You have my sympathies."Margo laughed nervously and gave Thad the finger, to the general amusement of the room.Madame Cornelius walked over to her, hugged. Coach Nelson begrudgingly introduced me to Coach Phillips, telling him to show me around and set me up with a locker. I recognized some of the players from the past, but they didn't pay any attention to me until they saw that I had my own pads and shoes. This caused some heckling and catcalls. They pegged me as a rich kid until Piggy Tipton told them who I was. "That's Sammy Kovel. He ain't got shit!" I silently thanked Piggy and noticed he was even fatter than I remembered him from the eighth.