“I think I’d like to pick up a martial art,” I said. “Maybe Kung Fu or Karate. As much as hockey’s got a lot to offer, I can’t really play...it during the summer as much. Can’t play baseball in winter, so I think something like martial arts works for me.”“Nothing to do with heading to high school in the fall, is it? Thinking you might get picked on by the Seniors?”I shook my head. “That thought hadn’t occurred to me, but I suppose that’s possible too. I’m almost certainly gonna get creamed for. We had no one to guide us. I was in love with two men and sleeping with both. Allen and I were young parents together. Charley and I were on the merry-go-round of a new love. I was silly and selfish and didn’t talk to the two men about each other. I was trying to live two separate lives.”She reached across the table to take my hands. The server had taken away the half-eaten antipasto by then and brought the main course. She had been making a pretty good dent in the wine, and I ordered a second. So, as a rookie, and by definition unreliable, I was in the bullpen. I was kind of the last-resort guy, really. If things went well, I'd just sit there and wait until tomorrow's game. If things went bad early, the manager might turn to me to try and hold 'em until the sixth or seventh inning.Not much glory for the long-relief guy -- but, hell, I didn't care. I was 24 years old and in the big leagues! Asking for more would have been like pouting on Christmas morning!Sure, I had my dreams of. He screams in pain so loud that he get the attention of everyone around, even the two dykes who were locked into a 69. when calms down I start fucking him, every stroke balls deep. Not long before he takes over and starts riding me hard, moaning like a bitch in heat. I can't hold it anymore and start giving him my first hot load of the night. It's more than he can take and cums on my belly. After I fill him up, I push him off of me a tell him to clean me up with his mouth. I put my shirt back.