Date: Mon, 2 Nov 2015 17:02:21 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 20

Welcome back. Larry and his old buddies, along with Phil, decide they
need a name to give them some identity. Also in the chapter Chandler and
Korey make an inappropriate suggestion to Coach Sanders, which he now
needs to deal with. Enjoy.

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CHAPTER 20
THE WONKEYS

<Larry Sanders>

Memorial Day proved to be sunny, if a bit cool. While I busily checked
papers and recorded grades, Phil was outside servicing our rider mower.
Phil was good with machines and gadgets, while I was good at holding the
tools Phil needed. I saw myself as the equivalent of a surgeon's assistant.

Since he could change the oil and do whatever other tasks that needed to
be done on the mower in his sleep, he didn't need my help. That was fine
with me since I'd had no time over the weekend to deal with the work that
was piling up and the end of the school year. Not for the first time, I was
thankful that I taught Math and not English.

My concentration was interrupted by the doorbell. Since we lived outside of
the Mayfield town limits on a county road, the doorbell didn't ring often. I
got up from my desk to see who it was.

"Hey coach," came the cheerful voice of Korey Corcoran. Standing behind
him and to his right was Chandler Ecklund. I rarely saw one without the
other. They both looked a little the worse for wear.

"Hello, gentlemen. What brings you to my humble abode?"

"This place isn't so humble," Chandler said as I ushered them into the
room. "It's huge and is right on the lake with a great view and it is really
beautiful."

"Flattery gets you everywhere." We took seats in the sunroom, which had
floor to ceiling windows and a view overlooking Lake Mayfield. "What can I
do for you two miscreants?"

Korey looked at Chandler. "I'm not sure, but I think coach just insulted us."

"He called us a fancy word for villains," Chandler told him. Chandler was a
well-read boy and didn't mind showing off what he knew.

"We're good guys," Korey said. "Well, at least we are today."

"We weren't so good last night," Chandler chuckled.

"I take it you guys partied hard," I observed.

"As champions should," Korey said.

"And if you'd lost yesterday, then what?"

"Then we would have drowned our sorrows."

"But don't tell my father," Chandler pleaded. "He gets royally pissed when I
get drunk."

"Are you telling me he has no clue where you guys were and what you did
last night?" I asked. "What did he think you were out doing on the night you
won a state championship?"

"You make a good point. But, he didn't say anything when I got home this
morning."

"I take it you spent the night at wherever it was the party was held."

"Yeah. We were all kind of told by Kelly's...I mean by the adult who owned
the house to stay over if we were going to get drunk. And we both texted
our dads and told them where we were and that we were safe and not
coming home."

"But we didn't tell them we were getting drunk, not that my dad would care
that much," Korey said.

"Chandler, I know your father well enough to think he realized you were
safe and doing what just about any red-blooded high school boy would do
under similar circumstances," I said. "I am willing to bet he didn't say
anything to you about it beyond `I hope you guys had a good time,' when
he saw you this morning."

"Well, I've got the hangover from hell, even after sleeping in until almost
eleven." Korey moaned slightly to emphasize how he felt.

I wanted to ask which boys had been at the party, but I knew that my
nosiness would meet with resistance. They may have been willing to be
honest with me about themselves because of the relationship we had, but
that they weren't about to reveal any secrets regarding their peers.

"Where's Coach Miller?" Chandler asked.

"Out back taking care of our rider mower. Now that I am free from baseball
I think he expects me to mow the yard soon."

"Especially since now he gets to coach a summer team. He's got fourteen
and under, right?"

"That is correct." I looked at the two handsome boys sitting on my couch
holding hands. It was a real measure of the kind of relationship we had that
they felt totally comfortable doing so in front of me in my house. "Now, why
did you come over here nursing hangovers? Is this just a social call, or do
you have an ulterior motive?"

"Just a social call," Korey said. "We like you and Coach Miller a lot and just
wanted to tell you how much we appreciated what you've both done for the
team and for us. Chandler and I have known you since we were little kids."

I'd first met Korey when he was nine and his twin brothers were in sixth
grade playing on my middle school JV team. I'd known Chandler even
longer, since I taught with his father who was also the head baseball coach
at the middle school.

"Um...you remember catching us in the shower after the practice that one
day," Chandler said nervously. "You know...doing what we were doing."

Korey looked at his boyfriend with a get serious expression. "Hell,
Chandler, just say it...he caught us humping each other. How could
anybody forget that?"

"I seem to recall the scene," I chuckled.

"We kind of wanted you to catch us," Korey said. "I mean, with nobody in
the locker room or anything."

"Well, you certainly succeeded."

"We both think you and Coach Miller are hot looking dudes...at least for
being around forty and everything."

"Quit beating around the bush and tell me where this is heading?" I asked
them, as if I didn't know.

Korey kept the conversation going. "We've been kind of like wanting to, you
know, find out if you guys...um...wanted to...well, have sex with us some
time."

"I told him not to ask that, Coach," Chandler said hurriedly. "Not that I
disagree. I said let's just go visit and tell him there was a big party and..."

"Chandler, you can be such a nerd sometimes," Korey chided him. "I don't
know if you would have ever succeeded on the mound without me as your
catcher."

Chandler shrugged and looked at me. In spite of his protestations, I could
see the look of longing in his eyes. It was showing through even with him
being hung over.

I thought back to my first championship group. Most of those boys had
played for me on the middle school JV team as sixth graders and some as
seventh graders. I thought about their orgy on the team bus coming home
from Pasco when they were juniors. I had dozed off through most of it. I
had no problem believing those boys would do the things they did.
Chandler and Korey and their teammates would never have dreamed of
being that brazen.

But nobody in that first group would ever have dreamed of coming on to me
like Korey and Chandler had. As often as Eric and Noah visited me and as
often as those visits involved us talking about being gay teens, or as often
as Marty sat with Phil looking for advice and opening his heart, or as often
as the Corcoran twins sat in this room with their boyfriends, there was
never any kind of discussion, or even any kind of a hint, of something
sexual happening between us.

I thought about chewing some senior ass, but decided that being low key
was the way to handle this situation. "Gentlemen, you know that what you
want will never happen and that talking about it is totally inappropriate."

"We graduate in two weeks and we're both eighteen, so what difference
does it make?" Korey asked.

"The difference is that our relationship will always be that of player and
coach. It's the relationship that won us a state championship and will have
us celebrating that accomplishment for years with us in those same roles—
you being the players and me being the coach. Sex changes that dynamic."

"Are you telling me my horny twin brothers never came on to you?"

"Never."

"Jeez, I have problems believing that. Kevin had regular sex with a dude in
his forties and I know he came on to some other older men, too. No way he
didn't come on to you."

"Believe it. He seemed to understand our relationship better than you do."

"But when you didn't get us into all kinds of trouble after catching us in the
shower, we just figured you wanted in on the action."

"As you recall, I told you to find a more appropriate place for sex. You two
were just being horny boys, you didn't hurt anybody, so why should I make
a huge issue of it?"

Chandler had been sitting quietly for a while. He gave me a sly grin. "Sorry,
Coach. I guess my catcher and I went a little bit too far."

"All will be forgotten if we drop the topic now."

"Does Coach Miller feel the same way?" Korey asked.

For the first time I displayed some irritation. "What is it about the word no
don't you understand?"

"Sorry, coach," Korey said contritely.

I looked at the two teens holding hands in front of their baseball coach, not
at all afraid of showing their affection of each other. Their overt flirtation
with me aside, they were a cute pair. I envied them. I thought about Phil
and me at that age. When we were high school seniors there was no way
we would have even thought about sitting in the living room of our baseball
coach holding hands.

There was no question that in spite of their nervousness they were turned
on. I could see their big teen erections pushing out their sweats. I was
willing to bet it was all they could do not to touch their junk. Hell, it was all I
could do not to touch my own raging erection.

Chandler and Korey had it good. They were gay and out and accepted.
They'd been sexually active together since grade school and out as
boyfriends since middle school. Phil and I had our first sexual experience
together as eleven-year-olds, but it would be awhile before we could accept
our sexuality and what our friendship was really about.

I thought of the gay couples who had come through my baseball program in
seven short years: Marty and Rich, Eric and Noah, Kevin and Lars, Kraig
and Hunter, Chandler and Korey, Toby and Justin, and Jeffrey and Nick.
And that included Danny and Carl who weren't gay, but were boyfriends
nevertheless. And then there was also Mike and Ryan, who came out
before Phil and I were part of the high school program.

That was a lot of boys. Some said the Mayfield water was the cause of the
surge in gay boys. A few idiots said Phil and I recruited them into the gay
lifestyle. Whatever the reason, I figured the law of averages would catch up
and one year there would be no gay boys. I did know that I was happy that
baseball and the town of Mayfield had provided an environment where all
of these boys could be themselves.

I remember Phil and me waking up the morning after our first "real" sex. I
had set my alarm because of my ten o'clock soccer game. Neither of us
seemed to feel guilty about the night before. In fact we laughed about the
dried cum on my torso. I wanted to shower with Phil. In my mind, if he
agreed to us showering together that would mean he was okay with our sex
the night before. I knew what we'd done was more than messing around—
what we'd done was sex. I wasn't sure what having sex meant, but I knew I
wanted more of it.

We showered together for the first time. While we didn't play around we did
wash each other thoroughly. I liked it when Phil washed my butthole and
made a mental note to explore that area of the body in more depth in the
future.

"Do you still want to go to my soccer game?" I asked Phil as we finished up
our shower. I wanted to make sure one more time that nothing had
changed.

"Sure I do. I think that was part of the deal, and one reason why I spent the
night."

"Cool. I'll even score a goal for you."

"Do you score a lot of goals?"

"I've scored five in our eleven games, which is a lot when you think about
it." Our team played a total twelve league games. We had eight wins, two
losses, and a tie going into our last game. Whether we won or lost we
would have a playoff game Tuesday night.

"I'll take your word for it. But if you score a goal today I'll lick your dick."

I turned off the water and grabbed the two towels off of the rack. "You've
already sucked it, so licking it isn't all that much."

"Oh, I meant in school."

"Say what? No way you can do it in school and not get caught. It's tough
enough showing off our boner at lunch when we have to."

"I didn't say I was going to suck it and make you cum. I just said I'd lick it.
And believe me, it will be quick."

"And if I don't score a goal?"

Phil gave me a slightly evil grin. "Then you get to lick mine."

We were out of the shower drying ourselves. "That's not fair, you have a
better chance of winning than I do."

"But, you're the one who promised to score a goal for me."

I couldn't argue with that logic. "Okay, you're on."

We headed downstairs, and soon mom had breakfast on the table for us. It
was pancakes, my favorite morning meal before a game. Mom said they
gave me lots of energy, which was okay. But the best part was, they tasted
really good.

Dad greeted Phil and ruffled his hair and then ruffled mine. I wondered if
Phil would be upset at having his hair ruffled by my father, but he giggled
and gave my dad a smile. In my book, that meant he liked it.

After breakfast I gathered my stuff and we piled into our car. It was ten after
nine and our coach wanted us at the field by nine-thirty. The field was ten
minutes away, so we had plenty of time.

"So all of your gang of friends is on your soccer team?" Phil asked.

"Yep. Perry, Jung, Q, and Daniel all play. Jung is our goalie."

"It must be fun to have so many friends."

"Now they're all your friends, too."

Phil grinned. "You guys need a name."

"We have a name; we're the Wolves."

"No, silly, I don't mean your team, I mean a name for your group. I mean
you guys have been friends for like forever and I'm getting tired of just
calling you the group."

"I like that idea; we'll need to talk about it."

The soccer game ended up being a good one, at least for us. The team we
were playing wasn't very good and we ended up with a 6-0 win. It was 4-0
at halftime and I hadn't scored. Phil gave me a look as the team followed
the coach to the sidelines for water and oranges. I knew exactly what that
look meant and couldn't help blushing.

The game became perfect when I scored a goal four minutes into the
period. As I celebrated my score I looked for Phil and was pleased to see
him cheering. I didn't really care if he followed through on his promise to
me, but I was very happy I'd followed through on mine and scored a goal
for him.

Our coach congratulated us after the game and told us what time our
Tuesday game was. The time would have been different if we had lost the
game.

The team often met for lunch after the game. Since the game ended just
after eleven most of us weren't hungry.  My group agreed to meet at Q's
house at twelve-thirty where his mom and Jung's mom were making plans
to put together a later lunch for us.

"Is Phil coming too?" Perry asked.

"Can you come?" I asked Phil.

"I gotta call my mom, but I'm sure she'll say yes," Phil told us.

"Ask if you can spend another night with me."

Daniel said he was going to call Ben to see if he could come as well.

This was pre-cell phone days (I know, hard to believe), so the calls would
have to wait. When we got back to my house the answer was yes Phil
could stay longer, but he could not spend the night. No reason was given,
but Phil was obviously unhappy about it and so was I. The party at Q's
house was not an overnighter. We'd learned long ago we had to arrange
big overnights in advance.

Phil and I walked to Q's house even though it was starting to drizzle.

"I'm sure glad we didn't have to play in this shit," I said. "I hate muddy
soccer games."

"I think I'd like playing in the mud," Phil confessed.

"That gives you one point for weirdness."

"If that's how you earn weirdness points, I think I'm going to like getting
them."

"I think Perry has the most of them because of all the weird sex shit he
does," I laughed.

"Like what?" Phil asked, as if he didn't know.

"Like butt fucking and peeing on guys and getting peed on and jerking off
naked in his back yard and jerking off in school."

"Wow, Perry's jerked off in school?"

"That's what he said."

I knew that Phil had jerked off in the shower at school after a dare from his
old gang of friends, but I decided not to bring that up. I also wasn't going to
bring up that he had to lick my dick in school because I scored that goal for
him. I also wasn't going to tell him how badly I wanted to hold his hand as
we walked down the street.

We got to Q's house right at twelve-thirty. I could smell lunch cooking. Q's
dad let us in and we went to Q's bedroom. Jung was already there. Jung
and Q were dressed in just t-shirts, socks, and underpants: boxer shorts for
Q and red briefs with blue trim for Jung.

"We just got out of the shower," Q informed us.

"We showered together, of course," Jung said.

"Of course, why do it any other way?" I commented.

"Our lunch is gonna be hamburgers and chips with chocolate cupcakes for
dessert," Jung said.

"Whatever it is, I am totally hungry." I could hear my stomach growl and I
was sure everybody else could, too.

Perry arrived next, followed five minutes later by Daniel and Ben. Our
whole gang was together. We were called down to lunch and scrambled to
get food. Q and Jung were still dressed in only their underwear, but the rest
of us didn't have an excuse to strip down, so we didn't. Perry compromised
by opening the front of his jeans and pulling them down until they barely
covered his crotch and skinny ass. I kept waiting for them to drop to his
ankles, but he managed the balancing act perfectly.

We ate in the recreation room. The carpet and furniture had seen us make
lots of messes and were easy to clean. No way would we dare to spill
anything in the dining room or in the immaculate living room. We scarfed
down our food, guzzled our sodas, finished with satisfying belches, and told
dirty jokes and stories. I don't know what the three adults in the house
overheard, but nobody tried to clean up our act. They either didn't hear
anything or, more likely, they decided to just let us enjoy lunch the way a
group of prepubescent boys should enjoy lunch.

After eating, we cleaned up whatever mess we made and then sat on the
floor in the middle of the rec room. There was a football game on the
television, but we didn't pay any attention to it. We had business to discuss.

"Like I said while we were eating, Phil has an idea for us," I said.

Phil cleared his throat like he was about to make an important speech. "I
think the group should have a name instead of being just the group."

"I agree with Phil. There are seven of us here and we're all becoming
friends." Phil looked at me and smiled. "Friends need a name."

"There's this movie my dad likes. It's a western and it's called `The
Magnificent Seven'. We could be The Magnificent Seven," Q offered.

Jung disagreed. "That would work as long as there are seven of us. But if
we add somebody or lose somebody (Phil gave me a quick glance when
Jung mentioned losing somebody) then we'd have to change our name."

"How about the Weasels?" Ben asked.

"Weasels?" I said. "Aren't they kind of mean and nasty? People are called
weasels because they, like, stab you in the back."

"They're supposed to be smart. You know, people say you're sly as a
weasel."

"I believe that is sly as a fox," Jung pointed out.

"Oh. Well, I like weasel anyway."

"What about the Monkeys?" Phil asked. "Monkeys like to play and goof
around a lot."

"That sounds like us," Q said.

"But then we'd sound like we're just a bunch of goofy kids," Perry lamented.

"You mean we're not?" Q laughed.

I came to Phil's defense. "Who cares? The name is just for us anyway."
Phil shot me a grateful look. He was giving me a lot of looks this afternoon.

"We could be the Foxes," Daniel suggested. "Like Jung said, foxes are sly."
Since Daniel never talked much, we always listened to him.

Then I got hit by an idea. "I've got it. Let's be sneaky and goofy at the same
time."

"What do you mean?" Perry asked.

"We could be the Wonkeys."

"Wonkeys?" Phil, Jung, and Q asked in unison.

"Yeah. It combines weasels and monkeys."

There were a few moments of silence before Q spoke up. "I like it."

"It's perfect," Jung added. "It would be our very own name and we can
make up anything we want. Nobody will know what we are except that we
are Wonkeys."

We shot some more comments and ideas around, but we all knew how this
was going to end up. The Wonkeys won by an informal unanimous vote.

"So, how are we going to celebrate getting a name?" Q asked.

"By fucking each other," Perry suggested.

"Damn, you are sure hung up on fucking, P," Q said.

"Don't call me P." Perry took a deep breath, and then went on. "Having
things up your butt feels good."

"Especially if it belongs to your brother's friends."

"So?" Perry looked over at Phil and me. "My sex is more real than yours
was. Fucking is real sex."

"If you say so," Phil said coldly. I could see he was working hard not to get
mad at Perry. While Perry was one of my very best friends and a great
member of the newly named Wonkeys, he was not always the easiest
person to get along with. But then, the same could be said of Phil.

"Don't you guys, like, stick things up your butt when you're jacking off?"
Perry asked. "You know, like a pen or a finger or two or a banana or..."

"A banana?" Ben asked. "Wouldn't that fall apart in your butt?"

"Do you eat it after you take it out?" Jung asked with a sly grin.

Perry ignored them and asked Q if he had a new pencil that didn't have a
point. Q said he had some in his room and went to get one without asking
why. I knew exactly why he wanted one and quickly found out I was right.
Just thinking about what Perry had been talking about and what I was
certain he was thinking of doing gave me a hard-on.

Q returned with a brand-new yellow pencil. "Here you go," he told Perry.
"Now you can write your biography."

We were still all sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. "You guys all
sit around me," Perry instructed us. The six of us shuffled around him and
quickly had him surrounded. His jeans were already unbuckled and
unzipped, revealing his white briefs. We could make out a distinct bulge
under the white cotton.

"Hey, you can't do that," Q quaked. "My mom or dad will catch you."

"You don't even know what I'm going to do," Perry said as he pulled off his
jeans.

"Um, I know it's something I don't want to be caught doing."

"You ain't doing nothing." Perry pulled down his underpants, revealing his
pink, hairless three inch erection.

"Fuck, Perry." While Q could be daring sexually, he did have his limits.
Getting naked from the waist down in the family recreation room appeared
to be something that went beyond his limits, at least in the middle of the
afternoon.

"I'll be quick." Perry yanked his underpants all the way off and was now
dressed in just a t-shirt and socks. "Watch." He laid on his back, raised his
legs, revealing his freckled ass and pink pucker to us. My hand found its
way to my throbbing boner and I fondled myself through my jeans. Perry
was doing exactly what I thought he was going to do.

Q looked nervously towards the entry to the room. I'm sure he was praying
that neither one of his parents would make an unexpected entrance.

Perry spit on the pencil, rubbing his saliva around it, and pointed it towards
his butt, eraser end first. I could see that I wasn't the only boy in the room
fondling himself; even Q had his hand on his crotch.

"Let's do this in my room," Q whispered.

Perry kept right on going, slowly pushing the eraser end into his hole with
his right hand. He gripped his little cock with two fingers of his right hand
and started masturbating. He kept shoving the pencil deeper inside of
himself.

"There's this thing in your butt," Perry rasped. "It's like a button and it feels
super good to touch it. It's called the prostitute, or something like that, and
making it feel good is why guys like to fuck." He started fucking himself with
the pencil, masturbating at the same time. He emitted a quiet moan.

Ben got on his knees next to Perry, then dropped to his belly, placing his
head on Perry's belly. Perry's legs were in the air above Ben's blue
Mohawk. Ben moved Perry's hand away from his cock and then placed
Perry's cock into his mouth and started sucking him. I was now
masturbating through my jeans while at the same time wondering when we
would be caught by Q's parents. They rarely bothered us in here, and we'd
often gotten a bit daring late at night, but this was the middle of the
afternoon. The sheer danger of what we were doing seemed to make the
whole situation even sexier.

Ben's head bobbed on Perry's cock as Perry fucked himself with the pencil.
The situation was too charged for anybody to hold back. Perry increased
the pace of his pencil fucking. He let out a moan and quivered from his
orgasm. Ben said later he squirted a little something, but the rest of us
couldn't tell. I surprised myself by having an orgasm of my own; not a great
one, but a good one.

Ben released Perry's softening dick as Perry removed the pencil from his
butt. He grabbed his underpants and jeans and pulled them on as quickly
as he'd taken them off. His pants were still unbuttoned and unzipped as Q's
mom opened the sliding door to the rec room and came in. She would have
knocked if we'd been in Q's room, but the rec room had the status of public
property. We all looked around guiltily, with everybody but Perry and me
trying to slyly hide the bulges of their erections.

She couldn't help but notice Perry's state of partial undress, but said
nothing about it. "Time for you boys to get your stuff together." That was
parent talk for "the party's over."

Daniel and Ben were staying overnight at Daniel's house. Jung would be
going to Perry's house. Ben had to go home after dinner. Q and I were
going to be stuck at home alone. Oh, well, some nights were like that.

"Don't forget to zip up, Perry," Q's mom said as she exited the room. Zip
up? I thought, he needs to button up, too.

Phil and I walked back to my house after we got our jackets and shoes.
Once again I wanted to hold his hand. Mom was busy fixing dinner when
we arrived. We ended up eating pork chops with mashed potatoes, carrots,
and apple sauce.

About an hour after dinner, we were up in my room when mom told us it
was time for Phil to go home. As soon as mom walked away, I didn't hold
back doing what I wanted to do. I kissed Phil on the lips, a kiss he accepted
readily.

"Perry made me horny," Phil remarked as we broke apart. "I am really,
totally horny. I wish I could spend the night."

"Me too. And Ben made me even hornier. Maybe you can do something
with Troy."

"If he's not visiting his girlfriend. And I sure ain't messing around with
Keegan."

"Perry came really close to being caught. After I had my orgasm I got
scared. I was so happy when he started getting dressed."

Phil chuckled. "I wonder what his mom thought about him having his pants
all open. I would have at least gotten on my stomach." Phil gave me a sad
look. "Too bad you couldn't stay with Q tonight."

"I wanted to be with you." We kissed again. It was a very quick one as mom
called for us to get downstairs.

Dad drove us to Phil's house; we both rode in the backseat. We traded fist
bumps as Phil grabbed his gym bag and headed into his house. It was the
first time I'd seen his house. It looked old and small. The front yard had
dandelions growing in it and it needed mowing. I gave Phil a little wave
through the car window and dad drove me back home. He made me feel
better by telling me how much he liked Phil.

I had a message from Q when I got home, inviting me to come over after
Phil left. Mom said it was okay and I ended up spending the night at his
house.

We talked about Perry's daring pencil fuck and Ben's daring cock suck. We
talked about girls, a topic that excited Q more than it did me. We had a
fulfilling sixty-nine. We slept naked together. I dreamed of Phil.

Phil coming into the house brought my mind back to the present. "Good
afternoon boys," Phil said with a friendly smile. "Is it okay if I make loud,
sustained noise?"

"Please don't," Chandler pleaded.

"I think we were boring Coach S for the last few minutes," Korey said.
"Either that or he was thinking about changing his mind about our
proposal."

I shook my head. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something else and let
my mind wander."

"Whatever you say, Coach. We know how you old folks tend to drift off."

"What is this proposal you were discussing?" Phil asked.

Korey told him.

"You guys will be old and gray before any mind changing will happen on
that topic," I said.

"Amen to that," Phil added.

"I guess we better go," Chandler said. "I need a nap and have some
studying to do."

"Thanks for stopping by guys," I said.

"You really mean that after what we talked about?"

"I really mean it. You're both great kids even if you sometimes act like kids
and lose perspective."

"Did you hear that, Korey? We call him an old man and he calls us kids. Is
that called revenge or what?"

Phil and I shooed the two seniors out of the house. "Were we that
shameless as high school seniors?" I asked him.

"Worse."

"But in front of our coaches?"

"In the case of a couple of them I thought about it. But you know what I
think?"

"What?"

"I think if you and I were in one bed at age eighteen and those two were in
a bed next to us and we went all out sexually, we'd have put them to
shame."

"You know what I think?" I asked.

"What?"

"I think you're fucking right. In fact I think if we were side by side with them
at our current ages we'd still put them to shame."

"Want to see how wild we can get?"

I headed for our bedroom. Phil came up behind me and tackled me onto
the bed. Our clothes were quickly flying around the room. We spent the
next hour proving to ourselves that you don't have to be eighteen to be wild
in bed.

To be continued...