I heard some yelling, and it looked like a fight was starting, and then dudes just went nuts." Johnnie Boynes was asking Tim about the morning's theat...ics while they were walking out to the baseball outfield to workout."Oh, Frank Robinson made this big production about the scrimmage Saturday. Apparently, he and the Varsity defense got called into the office Saturday afternoon by Coach Van Cleave to look at our game film. I almost shit my pants when he called me out in front of everybody. He was. That's what I called about." She sounded uncertain, perhaps even unhappy."Darla, what's wrong? I can hear it in your voice." Bill ... I don't know how to tell you this ... but ... Gordy's back." There was a silence following her shattering statement."Oh." It was all he could manage. He knew instantly the consequence of those two words."You knew I always thought he would come back, didn't you Bill. We talked about it. We knew what it would mean ... to us," she said, her voice almost a. We watched Purdy and Mickey make out for awhile. I knew Brent wanted me the same way and so I let him. He kissed me gently at first and he tasted like cigarettes and beer, and his tongue was eager as he pushed it into my mouth. It did feel good though, just kissing like that and watching Purdy out of the corner of my eye, getting loose with a white girl. I'd never seen that before and even though I knew Purdy was a bedroom buck for his mistress, I'd never really thought about it much. It was. I started panting, wiggling my ass on his cock. Suddenly I wanted him there, wanted him fucking me. It was all the things I thought it would be and more. I could feel it building inside me and knew I was about to cum without even touching myself. My hard throbbing sissy cock had a mind of its own, straining for release as he fucked me, and no matter how many time I told myself I wasn't a cock craving faggot bitch, my cock told me the truth. I was a sissy fag, I wanted this, wanting the feel of.