Those freaks, those -things-, were sometimes said to live down in the gutters (sometimes, it was said, they were actually allergic to sunlight, like v...mpires). All or almost all males, they were also rumored to be in the regular habit of screwing each other, and sometimes whatever other boys they could get their hands on. Maybe boys just like me. And somehow—I’ll blame it on the heat, the fog over my brain—that thought was starting to turn me on that day. I was fantasizing, imagining them. Out of breath, I said, “I’m going to cum,” as I tried to keep pumping in and out of her.Olivia immediately moved her hands down and pushing on my chest she said, “Don’t cum in me!”Quickly leaning up, I hastily reached down and grabbing my cock, I pulled out. Olivia was up on her elbows and as I held my cock and stroke it, I leaned forward making sure cum shot out onto her stomach. Olivia instinctively pulled away a little when the first big shot of cum hit her stomach. Leaning forward a little. I tried to push back toward him as he thrust into me but he was fucking me so hard and fast mostly I just held on for dear life but as it turned out he did it for me. I felt his hands on my hips as he gripped me tightly pulling me toward him then pushing me away in time with his thrusts. I was moaning loudly as he bent over and reached around from behind and grabbed my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples at the same time.“Damnit, girl I have wanted to do this to you for months.” he. I hoped she wanted more.When I got home I jumped out of the car, slammed the car door, and ran to the back door to find it already open and Mom waiting there. I stepped in, closed the door behind me, locked it, and took her in my arms for a deep, deep kiss.I kind of laughed inside, thinking of the old country song about what goes on behind closed doors. If any neighbors saw me arrive, they would simply have seen a guy running into his house. They might wonder why, but would probably conclude.