Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2012 04:59:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kids at Hamilton High  part 6

Kids at Hamilton High   part 6

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Graduation

    And so I was fucked again. This time by a handsome black guy who was my
swim coach. And in front of an audience: his wife and another teacher and
her husband. He sure knew what he was doing and went for my ass with great
determination, forceful yes, but also gentle. He loved what he was doing
and I loved what he was doing. On my back we locked eyes, he groaning the
special sounds people make as their libido drives them hard to fuck toward
orgasm. As he came it was in quick jerks, three or four of them. I came
too, more quietly. When my body released my mind and my consciousness
returned to normal I felt protected and admired and confirmed. Lucky kissed
me and complimented my slim form. I knew I wanted to go further.
    The three who watched us now attended to their own orgasms. They
evaluated our performance and agreed Lucky's black skin on my teenage white
skin in hot embrace was highly arousing.
    Slowly my coach withdrew onto his back and instantly the two women
shared his cock between them, sucking greedily and without the slightest
shame. Peter applied his tongue to my wet asshole, then to my lips,
smearing my face with the scent of cock and ass. He finished me off with a
long blowjob that was all the more fun with his finger in the warmth of my
adolescent ass.
    The lingering stimulation that remained after a hard cock worked over
my ass was a new sensation I was learning to enjoy. I began to crave the
feeling more than the fucking itself. That part of me was now sexually
awakened, energized. It led me to flirt with boys and men, now confident I
could handle myself with them. Very few them turned me down. I got so many
compliments on my looks and body. I think fucking a boy was a suppressed
fantasy many men seemed to carry around with them, suppressed only until I
made myself available.

    Lucky and the others asked me if I wanted to go further, to be
introduced to their "special" group, which they called, "The Club." Well,
for the next year or so I was the star of "The Club." New and fresh and
slender and cute I was sought after by almost everyone. In quiet gatherings
in homes around town I met a few more teachers, some businessmen, a little
league coach, some executives, a policeman or two, a policewoman, as well
as kids and adolescents. It was like they all had to sample me at least
once, kiss me, suck me, lick my ass, fuck me, singly or in combinations,
and I gave back just as much pleasure as I got. I think in that year I met
about 12 or 15 "members" and not one I didn't like. It was the most fun
with kids my age, and their parents sometimes watched us screw and took
pictures.

    All this was years ago. I'm married now to a girl who was also in the
Club. We have a girl we named Jeanie, 8 years old, and a boy of 10. They
are both eager to learn the special lovemaking we teach them and will
graduate into the Club when they feel ready.