When we got the locker room the last of my fellow swimmers were leaving, so Coach Bill invited me into his office. He sat down at his desk, and had me... stand in front of him. He fondled my balls again, like he had the other time, and once more ran his fingers through my fuzzy fourteen year-old pubic hair, saying again how much it "fascinated" him. As he began to manipulate my penis, it started to harden, so he said he would show me how to masturbate if I wanted him to. I nodded shyly, and he. Things were a bit awkward between us at first seeing as how he didn't consider himself gay but he started to warm up to what had happened. Another weekend arrived and my parents were away and Peter suggested coming over for a sleepover. I was ecstatic. I nearly creamed my panties at the thought of it.After seeing my parents off I decided to have a shower to clean myself up in praparation for his arrival. The knock came on the door as I was exiting the shower. I wrapped a towel around me just. My mind traveled back to Connie Williams and what she had taught me. Then I thought about my relationship with Connie, realizing I was comfortable in the bedroom with her. I was also comfortable when I worked in the store. I did realize I was not comfortable when we were in the backroom of the store alone. I had a hang up about mixing business with pleasure. I felt I was tainting my investment. Was that why I pushed George to date Connie? I answered my own question. Of course!Roma would be. Whywould I think of him like that?"This weekend was such a blur," he says slightly slurring his speech oris he just pronouncing his lisp. "Sammie and I went to the Meat Marketlast Friday night, and we didn't leave until this morning. It was A-Maze-Ing," his voice rises to almost alto in his hangovered voice. Hedoes this just about every Monday. Toby shows up late, continues to givethe play-by-play of his weird sexscapades, and doesn't stop until I barkat him to cut it out. Well, Toby.