I want to come again, I need it. I move my fingers faster, you move deeper. You thump yourself harder with each thrust, my fingers matching your pace.... Shuddering out, I feel how quickly I peaked. Intolerable pleasure races through me; such an incredible climax takes me. I feel as though I've thrown myself off the tallest building, free falling into a hard orgasm. I cry out, my voice ringing out, as you thrust deeper inside me. I know you’re fighting the need to orgasm, wanting to last as long. I suddenly felt very ashamed."Is it like 20 or 25 different boys?" I shook my head. "MORE?!"I nodded. "50?" I shrugged my shoulders. "MORE?" I nodded."Oh, my God, Debra Ann Breaux, what's gotten into you? You've had sex with over 50 different boys?! I thought I taught you better than that. Do you know what that will do to you reputation around here? You'll never live that down..." I tuned her out as she began her lecture on life in a small town.I sat quietly as she berated me and came right out. We’re all back in class for fifth period.With a football game on this Friday afternoon we’ve a big training session after class. The coach isn’t happy I missed so many sessions last week due to other things, but he’s happy I’m doing well. He likes it when Greg tells him about the weekend and lunchtime sessions. Today I’m spending a lot of time receiving kick-offs. I head home just after four.Note: The situation with Deborah is touch and go. She spends a few months in intensive care, but she has. So I didn't want to ask him .Later that afternoon it started pissing down badly so we walked about 10 mins away to the little portacabin to take shelter and a break . We took our coats off and put them on the heater , we sat down and made a brew and started chatting properly for the first time all day really . He was 39 years old , It took me abit of time to build up the courage to ask him but in the end I did ..."Graham , a few of the lads yesterday were saying you were gay , is it true or.