"Jaquan guided Ethan's hand to his hardening dick. The white boy's audible nervous swallow excited Jaquan just as much as his hand on his growing meat.... "You like it?" Jaquan asked. "Don't be shy. No one's here."On the picnic bench, Jaquan sat on the slightly elevated table section, his legs on either side of Ethan; his crotch in the white boy's face. He fished his erection from his loose swimming shorts. "Go ahead."Jaquan liked the warmth of Ethan's hand around his hard dick. He let Ethan peel. I hated seeing Sally cry. Even then, I was beginning to have tender feelings for my young friend.As we grew older, I took up sports and became well muscled and coordinated. Football and basketball helped me build strength and speed into what became my six foot body.Sally stopped growing when she reached about five foot three inches. She continued to slowly add weight due to her lack of activities that would have provided her with some exercise. She usually stayed in her room and studied rather. “Only question is, who’d do the fucking? Them, or us?”When Jerry had gone downstairs, Lana had barely roused herself to wakefulness. The warm night had already taken its toll on her sleep - the lack of any air-conditioning only made things worse. It had been quite the effort to avoid noticing Jerry’s inadvertent erection bumping against her butt before fatigue finally set in.Gods, why was it so damned hot anyway? He was only clad in boxers - she in a shirt and baggy pants. Those were the only. All this while the black woman watched. Her husband watched too, stroking himself. I did the same, espeically when she finally removed it - her vaginal opening was wide open like never before. She quickly climbed back on the black man and this time was able to take him. After riding him for a while they changed positions with him on top. He worked his cock in and out at a fairly slow and even pace. He had it in to the hilt and he was sweating after about twenty minutes of thrusting. He told her.