It was dark out, so the glass showed an ominous expanse of nighttime sky.The clamp on the right tit activated, and i turned in that direction. Up ahea... was a group of skater-punks, probably hanging out rather than go home. There were five of them, and if I kept heading the way I was going I would crash directly into them.Skater boys aren’t exactly mainstream “Gap” types, so my appearance on the horizon in my flimsy slut clothing didn’t set off any immediate teen-boy alarms. But as I approached,. I was shaking with excitement as I opened the letter. Tony had written it and included a photo of Debbie. She was a stunning petite blonde. Tony said they would love to meet up that weekend and that they were both excited at the prospect as this was their first time too (I got the feeling they were just saying that to put me at ease). The Saturday arrived and I was throbbing with excitement, Tony met me at a pre arranged place and I followed him back to their house. He opened the door and. Old perverts and middle age cougars were the best---they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $1.50 a pound, lol.I tried to believe that I wasn't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the amount of junk I blew every time I popped a load. I had played around with enough guys by now to realize it was massive. I'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and distance as well. Hell I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick jock jizz.. The results of the conversation kept me in the office longer than I wanted it to. Even the drive back home was in silence. Frankie was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to converse and I was wrapped up in trying to figure out how my private life had only taken eighteen months to turn to shit. Both the girls came out of the cabin confused at seeing us so early. ‘Red, take Samantha on a run. Make it a thirty minute one please.’ She paused to see if I was to add anything. When I didn’t she nodded.