There was the slightest of pause in their conversation as Jim started cumming all over my hand. He then looked to Jon and asked, “do you know of any...other batter that has an easier time getting to third base at his first at bat?” Jon smiled and simply said, “it depends on who’s pitching.” Sarah started laughing and slapping the table. Apparently I was the only one that didn’t get the joke. Sarah then got up and said she had to use the restroom and Jim also said he had to do the same. We all. . and he laughed, it was already time to go, I took the empty bottle to the fridge he followed me, and we chatted so where can I drop you, and we decided by the theatre would be good, I apologized for the night being messed up, we stood side by side against the sink, and he said it was a real shame as he had taken a Viagra and was looking forward to fucking my ass, I smiled and leaned over and kissed him, I put my hand on his hard cock over his trousers his tongue was in my mouth, as I. We were playing catch one hot July day when I was 11, just he and I. My brother was off doing older brother things and my sister was at her friend's up the street, so I was glad for his company. After about twenty minutes, we were hot and sweaty and he told me he had a glove signed by Mickey Mantle, and did I want to see it? Did I? Absolutely! So we went to his place, he gave me a Coke (there were absolutely no drugs involved, he didn't do anything like slip me a sleeping pill or anything like. It took a moment, but there was a sudden spray of urine coming from a location that felt very unnatural. Pulling his pants back on, Mike returned to the living room.Alicia gave her husband a hug for reassurance, but found herself sniffing several times before stepping back. "Mike, please don't take offense, but, you didn't wipe did you? You're sort of smelly." Before Mike could formulate a reply, she continued, "Don't worry about it, it's not like you should know about these things. Why don't.