He had shoulder length, black hair, and was probably somewhere close to six feet tall. The other one looked like an absolute stud. He had to have been...about six-feet-four-inches or so, big chested with bowling ball shoulders, and long, dirty blonde hair that he kept in a ponytail high on his head.“My name's Ford,” he said as his huge hand nearly crushed mine. “They call me that because I'm a fucking truck!”I looked at him googly-eyed as he nearly picked me up off the ground and started to. Greg carefully held Erik’s head, and with a groan he slid fully into Erik’s mouth and started to slowly fuck in and out.After about a minute of this Greg was surprised to feel Erik’s hand come up between his legs and touch his balls. He moaned, and spread his legs a bit so that Erik would have easier access. Erik’s hand played with each ball, one at a time, feeling the weight of each and gently massaging them. Greg moaned louder, he was getting close.“Look at that!” said Joanne. “Erik’s got his. How about Sunday? Sunday would be great! How about you come to my place around 6:00? I will make dinner, Chris replied. You cook too? Be still my heart! Sunday at 6:00 it is. I will bring dessert! Sunday night at 5:30 Caitlin walked into Cupcake to purchase the promised dessert for her date with Chris. She bought four cupcakes, each a different flavor. She pulled out her phone to double check the directions Chris sent her. He really did live right around the corner from her. Caitlin parked her. Thankfully my lil bum bum filled out more than my chest, allowing me to wear leggings and tight jeans when I could. This was the time boys began to take an interest in me in 4th grade. At first I ignored them, but a older boy named Travis began to talk to me at recess and I later agreed to talk to him as well. I was pretty naive, and still am, unfortunately, as a quick kiss down at the tennis courts on the school playground sent a shiver down my body that I will never forget. Almost the same.