Mr Wynn (Jim's Father) told Jim and I the world was encircled by strings of magic. If you know how to look you can grab them and use the strings. Unf...rtunately Jim's dad died when we were only 9 before teaching Jim all the secrets of how to use the power. Jim and I have been friends for over 24 years. Jim and I still talk about his Dad from time to time, but as the years go by I have less faith in my memories. I now believe the tricks were part illusion part overactive 9-year-old. I don't know how they did it but they made me hard and made me cum again and I blew my load all over their beautiful faces and tits which they took a few minutes to clean up with their tongues and we all had to sadly say goodnight and it was our last night together so me and Maralee shared an extra long kiss, we almost fucked but I knew we had to stop and go to bed.The next morning I woke up a little sad but as we were all packing up something amazing happened "DAMMIT STUPID TRUCK" I heard come. When we got away, I called Jeb and he told us to head for the nearest airport and to call him when we got there."He took a break and another sip of the whiskey before resuming his story. When he was through draining his glass, he stood up and Farley got up with him. They unwound the wide ace bandages that they both were wearing under their shirts. I watched with amazement as they each started taking computer disks from under the bandages and stacking them on the desk where I was sitting. When. I was speechless and let coach continue speaking.I looked down at Coach’s bulge and saw him rubbing his semi-erect cock through his thin tiny shorts. “You like what you see?” asked Coach as he notice me drooling over him.“Why don’t you come a little closer?.. Get on your knees.... and worship me.” Said coach.I came over towards him and pulled his tiny shorts down and a giant whiff of a distinct gnarly stench of his man musk filed my lungs. My jaw dropped at the size of Coach’s cock. Coach took.