Nobody really thought anything of it.There were 4 or 5 of us who live not too far from where Bob lived and he would give us rides to and from the gam...es and home after practice. Being 13,conversations in the car. Often turned to sex and Bob would discuss things with us and ask us questions about whether we masturbated or were sexually active beyond that, since I'm in my 60's now, this happened 50 years ago, when becoming sexually active at an early teen age was not common, all of us centered on. I started becoming woozy from all the pleasure I was receiving in one dose. When I though I was just about to go over the edge she pulled her head up and whispered into my ear while her hand grabbed mine and put it on her leg rite underneath her skirt.”I want some loven too.” and after she said that she went back down to sucking my rod down her throat. I wasted no time at all when she invited me to play with her pussy. I raised my fingers back wards up her skirt to the top of her panties. She. “Damm” I think to myself—that b o I got some nut ! Blasting about 5 shots of his own slimy jizz across his chest and belly, adding to mine, I finally subside, nearly again, passing out. Damm, that b o I was sweet ! (I still wanted to fuck his little hole though—maybe next camp out :)Benji reaches for my towel, but I shake my head at him. “Uh uh lil dawg—you gotta wear my junk”. Benji just smiles, and slings his tee shirt over his shoulder. Proudly leaving the bath house, with a bit of swagger. You sort of forget thatthere are other things in life aside from college. My parents bothworked there. My mother as an administrator and my father a professor.Music wasn't big in our house, my parents weren't the sort to have musicplaying or go to concerts. My father only had one passion in life andthat was drinking and he was never happy unless he had one in his hand.Drunk yeah he was a drunk an angry mean-spirited drunken bastard whoused to love nothing more than beating my mother, yeah I was.