Then there was the fabulous fifties! The tame fifties. Eisenhower would dominate the decade in the White House, and I started fifth grade in 1950. My ...grade school memories aren't many, but they are mix of pleasant and painful.High school occupied my time the second half of the fifties. Life in a small town high school of less than three hundred students was great, easy, and boring. Boys were boring, mostly interested in only one thing beyond sports, scoring with girls. That is to say, getting. I was always pleasant with him, but just usually a hi how your doing. One day I was taking my laundry to the laundry room, and he was going in at the same time. I started chatting with him. He looked pretty down. I asked him how he was doing, and he gave the obligatory answer of fine. I said, if he didnt mind me saying, he looked pretty unhappy. He told me he was ok, just lonely. He told me he didnt have too many friends, and just wished he had someone to hang out with. I asked him if he tried. "* "Yes coach, sorry coach." I stand up and rack my weights. Everyone here knows me as Keg, the Golden Boy; the star runner of the track and cross country teams; the best highschool receiver in the Okcps district. And all that was gonna change, because I was on my way to California.* "We're gonna miss you Keg," DeAmonte, my fellow receiver and workout buddy, comes up behind me. * "Yea. Who else is gonna take me to Comic-Con?" William, a freshman cosplayer whined.* I smiled at them. "I'll come. Ginger told him she also was about to cum. They went over the edge together only five minutes after their lovemaking began. I’d started to masturbate as I watched the two of them. They were unbelievably sexy and arousing. As they came, he thrust into her as each surge of his semen rifled into her cunt. Gin moaned in her climax about how she could feel the warmth of his cum spread deep inside her, and feel the explosions of each ejaculation inside her.The pair kissed and made out for another.