“Yeah? You and me? Now?”This time Bert shrugged. “I guess. Why not?”Silence. Matt smiled. “Okay, let’s. Who goes first?”He looked down a... Bert’s crotch. Bert had been squeezing his cock, and he had a half-erection. He stretched his legs out so he could unzip his chinos and fished his cock out. It was a pretty good size – probably over six inches and got fatter as it descended.Matt said, “I guess I do. Okay, here goes.”He turned slightly and leaned down. He paused inches from the tip of the. He spent both mornings limping up and down the sidelines yelling at us."I straightened up. "I wasn't yelling. I was trying to teach you guys. You weren't running the plays correctly." Yeah, Coach. Right!" Andy countered.Julie was perplexed. "Why are you calling Kyle Coach?"Andy replied, "Those who can, do. Those who can't, coach." Andy stuck his tongue out at me."You wait turkey. I'll kick your ass in a couple weeks when my ankle is better!" I declared, glaring at Andy.Andy smiled and headed. He thought he knew the answer to the second question.“Movies. Lee. He could hardly take me to the Rosebud. Now, could he?”“You ought to be still seeing other boys.”“What do you have against Lee?” Eleanor could never see what Dad had against Lee -- Mom, was nearly as bad, although she was less heavy handed. Lee was considerate. When he’d gone away to college he’d let her -- asked her to -- date other guys. “Your senior year is special. I don’t want you spending it as a wall flower.” Now he was. Faye arched her back and reminded me that her tits expected attention, too. With growing confidence, I kissed all over them, licked at the nipples and felt that unique hard softness for the first time, sucked on them, gently at first, and then stronger when Faye pressed them into my mouth. I felt like I was getting the idea.Either Faye thought so, too, or she had lost track of her original teaching theme. She kissed me and put both of her hands to the top of my shorts. My prick and heart both.