I waited in the kitchen after she poured. Coke on ice, not a bottle,and that rang of class as I sipped gratefully. Cold and refreshing.Things do go ...better with Coke, I hummed. I'm actually not sure when Istopped humming or how long it was that I sat silently. I had no senseof time and it was her voice that brought me back from wherever it was Iwas.I remember her taking my elbow and easing me off the stool. It wasgoing to be OK she whispered although I wasn't sure why. I wasn't sureof. Shawn pounded his cock into sheer submission while keeping both eyes locked onto Billy. Billys hero had always been Shawn. Billy and his father would go to the playground and watch Shawn play football and baseball. Back then, most everybody thought Shawn would go on to play professional football or baseball. He was that good! Through Billys eyes, Shawn was the pure vision of how a man should look. As he got older, he too adopted Shawns street name, referring to Shawn as Big Jack. Billy always. Maybe rules had been laid out before I got there. I decided to see what would happen and instead continued wanking. Looking over to the far corner I could see the guy looking at me. He looked late 30's and attractive. I stood up and moved over to his seat, sat down and immediately his hand wrapped around my cock. Then another hand reached over from the other side of me. There was an guy slightly older than me. He was about mid-50's and while his own cock was in his trousers I could see the. When he suddenly stopped I was left, panting, wanting more. He placed each knee beside my hips, holding me in place. Of course it didn’t really matter. I wouldn’t have moved even if I could. He had me spellbound. Trapped. His fingertips traced my body from my lips, down my collarbone, around each breast, and each nipple. Even though I still had my top on, I could feel his nails brush against them. His fingers continued down my sides, around my bellybutton, and when they reached the bottom of my.