We gathered with several other kids in a patch of orange dust a few yards west of my building, near a thick grove of hedges. This was safe from my mot...er's view and within sight of most of the other kids who lived nearby. We called this grassless patch of worn ground the Marble Court. It was the perfect surface for hand-shooting marbles. The common belief was that only sissies played marbles on smooth surfaces; shooting and rolling in fine dust required great skill.About five boys my age, and. His started to get hard and I commented on how big it was. He said "yea it's a big ole dick huh?" I said "hell yea and you got hair too!" Dan started to stroke his cock and he looked at me and said, "you want to touch it?" "No", I said. "Come on, feel how soft the hair is". I reached over and felt the soft hair then he slapped his cock against my hand making me jump a bit. His cock was completely hard probably 6" or a little bigger. He looked at me and said, "go ahead, touch it". I reached over. I bolted the doors and asked if anyone wanted a drink for a nightcap, but the twins took hold of each one of Cassie's hands and announced that they were going to bed,"I take it that my boss isn't going home tonight, am I right?"I put a slow record on the juke box and held out my hand,"Let's dance while I consider my options" I laughed and she stamped on my foot as she came into my arms,Manfully ignoring the pain from my foot, I glided around the bar like Fred Astaire, or at least I thought I. My typing is bad and slow so bear with me and my punctuation. if anyone would like to edit it so it reads easier , please do this is all fiction and not based on real events. on with the story I'm a white sissy.