He got the reaction he wanted, as my lower lip began to tremble. Heobviously needed no encouragement, as he spat again and again, withincreasing force...at my face, covering it with spittle. He looked acrossat my friend, who responded with a weak laugh and then got off my handsand, having called me a "bitch", wandered off. As the weight was liftedfrom my hands, it felt like whatever had kept my heart pressed shut hadbeen released, and the tears began to flow. I headed to the toilets toclean. We spent that day as animals, true. Rutting in the heat of the sun and across the dusty, rock strewn ground. They took staggered, tired-out turns. Determined to face the challenge of not stopping until I was satiated… knowing little of what that aim might take from them. They joked and boasted and showed off to each other as all such groups of newly-fledged men do. Suddenly I was transported back to when I might have entertained oh-so similar a score of youths, on that very patch of hillside…. She wiggled out from under me. Her left hand brushing my obvious boner.We both undressed in record time. My hungry cock wanted to just violate her by going right to sex. I took my time, kissing her all over. She broke away looking enough to open the top drawer of the dresser. “I need you in me now,” she said, frantically. A condom was pressed into my right hand. I took it, wasting no time getting it on. Heather had positioned herself on the bed, watching as I put on the condom. I climbed on top. He spread his legs and pushed my head between his thighs and yelled to lick, suck his soaked balls under there. I dutifully licked and sucked one of the huge nuts into my mouth, polishing it with my tongue for a while and then swapping it for the other until my jaw was aching.I wasn’t very sure how far to go under but I felt kind of special licking there, and held onto his hips with my hands and ran my tongue from his balls to his asshole; he spread his legs a little wider to give me better.