His big hard cock was inches from my face and it looked so wonderful I wanted to rub it and lick it. That night I slept over in a fort we had built in... his yard. There was a full moon and we were wresting in the yard outside the fort. John had no shirt and was wearing his short jean cut offs with his tighty whitey briefs on. His bulge was huge…again he pinned me down and began to rub the bulging jeans on my face. I asked him to stop because the jean material was scratching my face. So he took. ... He met her just inside the entrance gates to their ranch. The horse was walking slowly and she was almost cross eyed with pleasure. He saw she was naked and his cock leaped to attention. He ripped all his clothes off and was going to help her down from the horse but she stopped him saying “Get up here with me I need more fucking.”Like an Olympic athlete he leaped up beside her and she told him what she wanted. He sat still while she swivelled round in the saddle to face him. She stood up in. “Oh, God, I must be babbling!” she had said.Peter laughed and clasped her hand tightly. “Will you calm down! I’ll let you know when you start babbling. Are you enjoying dinner?” he asked. Lauren nodded mutely, and he continued. “Then don’t be nervous. You knew what to do then, and if you would relax a little, you’d know what to do now. Just go with the flow.”Lauren’s shoulders had slumped in relief at his words, and she clenched his hand tightly before concentrating on her meal. After dinner. And being my senior year, my golf coach had me promoted to Captain and I had to work with all the incoming freshmen who joined the team.Some were cute to me, but one kid stood out amongst all the others. We called him Scooby, I don’t know how he got that nickname, but it was cute and when you called him Scooby and he smiles at ya, your heart melt and your cock felt good.Scooby was different because he was a hockey player. Now, in golf, having a person who plays hockey is great because they have.