I was now almost13 and in the summer before the 8th grade. I was playing baseball with myfriends and of course continuing to look at Playboy and Penth...use withthem. Again, as boys that age will do, they bragged about wanting to havesex with those lovely women in the pictures. They also started to use gay,faggot, cocksucker, etc. as derogatory terms. I did not use them butlaughed along with them for fear they would turn on me. Even so, one ortwo of the guys would ask if I was gay since I dressed. "Nothing's going to happen." Really?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. Velvet was getting into the spirit of this reporting game. She knew she had to keep the man uncomfortable, on edge, so that he would tell her things he didn't really intend to. If she didn't she might end up with a story any reporter could have gotten by simply calling the bank's public information operator.She moved closer, pressing her warm, lush body into the cashier's. He backed up a half-step and found himself sandwiched. “I… I…” “I promise, if you say stop, I’ll stop,” he whispered and kissed my neck again. My resistance was melting like an ice cube on a hot Texas sidewalk in August. “Okay.” He growled sexily and said, “Follow me.” Daniel took my hand, led me from the party and up the stairs to the second floor. There were more rooms, some open, some closed. I saw an orgy in one room that would make Caligula and Dionysus (Bacchus to some) jealous. We reached the end of the hall to a closed door. Daniel. Each stroke brought a new spurt of joy juice deep in her colon until my balls were completely empty. I stopped pumping but I left my cock inside her as we kissed for a long time. I slowly withdrew. A squirt of my own semen followed my cock out of her ass. We hugged each other and drifted off to sleep. ***The next morning I woke to an incredible need to take a piss. I opened my eyes, and in the morning light I gazed at Jo for a few seconds and thought that she was every bit as beautiful and sexy.