A second passed. Then another. I started running out of air but his cock was still in my throat. I needed air, so I started to pull back but his hands...held me down. I pulled again but he held firm. I looked up at him with my watering eyes and saw him smiling at me. “Good girl” he said as I started to gag and he released my head. It popped off his cock, just like the principal before, with a stream of spit running down my face, off my lips and down his cock and balls.“That was perfect”, he. It was hard, not huge but a good size. I wanted to play with it right there but didn't.Anyway, on the weekend I had him stay over. My room was a kind of attic and I had a lot of privacy. Well, he was eager to mess around, like I was, and as soon as we went up for the night, right away he said let's jack-off. When he took off his underwear I saw he had a small patch of black hair above his dick. I already knew he had hair on his legs, black like on his head, and for some reason at that age I was. .four of a kind!!!" "Fuck no" said Tom "Fuck yes" said Bill"W-WW-WAIT" said Johnny "This was all my fault...do me...leave him out of it" he pleaded. "No way...one in all in" said Max and with that the old men took one boy each and forced them to their knees. "Suck on that you little sluts" ordered Max as he and Bill flipped out their big, thick cocks. Both the boys staired stunned at the cocks in front of them. The old men decided that was enough staring and grabbed the boys heads and rammed. With Patty and me it was tougher. It seemed as though each of us wanted to inflict as much damage to the other as we could. Lash out first seemed to be both our mottos. There was a volatility to our rare encounters that I think frightened us both.We celebrated both Christmas and Hanukkah in our family, although neither mom nor I had ever been particularly religious. Christmas we'd inherited from the Cooperman's and so I found myself sitting across the dinner table from my girl in mom's condo on.