I was one of the guys, and my grades showed it. Joey was the most masculine boy my age, and he got better grades than me. He inspired me. He taught me...to love to learn. We were competitive all through school. We loved studying together and partnered for projects whenever the teachers let us. We teased each other about our grades, the one with the fewest red marks on their paper lording it over the other. He never let me forget that he had the better grade point average at graduation, by a lousy. It was a kiss full of tender promise. It was a kiss of passion whose power gave nothing away to the crashing surf. Our bodies locked together, a tangle of arms, legs and lips. You moaned ever so gently, then stepped back to slip your shoulders and arms from your gown. It slipped to the sand, its soggy mass no resemblance to the flowing windswept drape in which I first saw your. You slid my shirt over my head and dropped it with your gown. Another kiss, and you slowly slid my pants down my legs.. Pastor scooted forward in his chair a little bit and extended his hand to Manny. The 35-year old virgin took it and shook it vigorously. ‘No, Manny, I’ve been aware of the issue for sometime now, I was just waiting for the right time to address it,’ Pastor confirmed with a smile. Manny looked as if he was going to say something, but he shut his mouth and nodded. He walked out the door, shutting it behind him and Pastor leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily. His hands fell to his lap after. “Fuck! It hurts a little. Put some more lube on!" Mark put more lube onto my anus and slowly put his cock back up inside of my anus. It really didn’t hurt now. He kept adding a few more inches and then when he was in, he started to fuck me harder. It really was very tight, but it felt really good. My tits were swaying as he fucked me. I looked at the clock and just as the clock read 9:45 PM, my bedroom door opened. Mark was fucking my asshole deeper and harder. I was screaming and moaning and.