Juices mixing as the lustful fever took over. Driving home in the heat of passion, I was stretched to accommodate his girth. Moving in hard, pounding ...hrusts, he sent me over the edge again and again. His fucking felt like it very well might kill me, but I relished in the pleasure, not caring. His words found me in a daze. "You're holding together quite nicely. I usually have killed my partner by now. Get me to ejaculate and I will save you. I will strengthen you farther than any other possibly. When we were ready to go you called the waiter over for our check and I held my hand out to him for him to help me up out of the chair and as I stood I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek and told him I hope he had as good of a time looking at me as I enjoyed be looked at. I walked by and said I would meet you at the door and when you got to me you were smiling and told me the poor waiter was blushing and had a love sick puppy look on his face. I asked where we were going dancing and you. Just half an hour earlier I had been on the phone with this girl that I’d been flirting with for months. She told me that she was horny and that she wanted me. I told her that I wished, and we’ll see what we could do later. She asked me if I would consider leaving my house that instant to sneak up to her room to pleasure her. I had several objections: I was an 18 year old guy leaving his house after midnight in late fall without his parents knowing, to go fool around at a girl’s house. I wanted. " "Yep. Probably in about an hour." "Any chance we can check out the camper after that?" "I was hoping you would want that." We walk around the DZ, the drop zone, and Sensei shows me the various features of it. I see a couple of guys kicking a small leather bean bag up into the air, back and forth to each other, trying to keep it from hitting the ground. "What are they doing?" "That's a game played with a ball that doesn't bounce by people who might. It's called hacky. It's mainly a way to kill.