The rest of my afternoon was uneventful; I spent most of it cleaning and doing laundry. By the time my family got home, I was pretty beat, so we order...ed in a pizza, and watched some cheesey T.V. together as we ate. When the time came we all retreated to our bedrooms, and as was my husband's habit, he fell fast asleep as soon as he was in bed. I stayed up to browse on my phone, and wait for Jerome to text me. His text came after an about an hour, and I could not have been more ready for it as I. Some of the guys weregetting turned on I could tell. Their boxers tenting, and some of therecocks actually came poking out of there shorts. They were embarrassed assome of the other boys were teasing them about being attracted to alittle "fag", as they called me now. Mr. Kline, or rather Coach Klinecame out of the office and yelled at the boys. "Whats going on out here?Why aren't any of you getting dressed?" He didn't wait for an answer ashis eyes followed theirs and found my thong covered ass. In the middle of the day on Saturday my answering machine got a long-distance call from Tina, asking me to meet her on Sunday evening for dinner. "I can't believe how much I miss you," she said. "I know that I will see you during the week, but I want so much to talk to you. No, I'll be honest; I want to kiss you and to feel your hands on me. I've never know anyone like you before." That Sunday ended in her apartment with my hands moving under her blouse from back to front, for she. It’s all I can think about. I wonder if, this time, he will let me. So far, I’ve had his cock in my ass, my pussy, and my mouth. Twice, he’s cum in each of my fuck holes, as he calls them. His stamina is amazing, but that’s what drew me too him. Twenty two years old, an athlete’s build. The only thing I know about him that he’s an amateur fighter. All that testosterone needs an outlet. Tonight, I am his outlet. I startle awake, the sound of the door pulling me back to the present, the clock.