Sam was a tall muscular boy with a dark tan from having worked on construction that previous summer. His black hair was trimmed much shorter than his ...ther classmates.Sam had been shaving several years. A stranger would guess Sam's age at twenty or twenty one.He had been thrifty with the money he made on summer jobs and what he could earn during school months. Sam was a very good pool player and had added some to his account at the bank with his winnings.When he had his sixteenth birthday. Taking his cue, Tom started to stroke me off even faster while his mouth devoured the top portion of my cock. “Jeeeeez-zussss!” I moaned, filling the back of his throat with a massive gush of cum. My cock twitched feverishly for about another 30 seconds, after exploding into another guy’s mouth for the first time.I wasn’t in the mood to talk and had no idea what to say. As if reading my mind Tom reached for some lube and turned me over to expose my ass. He said three words: “My turn,. "I was thinking of another question to ask when there was a knock at the library door. I got up from my chair and answered it. It was Gerta with two sausage sandwiches. There was a glass of milk for me, and a beer in a glass for Mrs. Parsons. The sausages were hot, giving off steam, and they had been sliced lengthwise to fit on the bread. there were two pickle slices on each plate, and a side order of sauerkraut alongside each sandwich. It smelled really good. I took the tray from a smiling. "We will take care of it," greenie said, and then the little conference was over.The note had also let me know what the bow, arrows, and spears were for. They felt I'd be better served to learn to hunt with them, especially if I were among others here.They had a point, but I didn't think they really had much of one. It wasn't like anyone alive here could copy my firearms if they did see them in action. They probably couldn't even figure it out if they happened to steal it from me somehow.One.