Jamey was a pretty trendy kid. He swore a lot and he was pretty impressed with the stories I told him about my life which wasn't nearly as expensive as his. Actually, Jamey was a pretty kid too. I guess he looked abit like Will Wheaton in his younger days. Boyish, alittle sensitive. Wishing he was bigger and maybe tougher than he was. I told him about girls and my dating experiences. When we eventually got around to talking about sex, I realized how little these two knew, other than what the cows do. He was a wannabe kind of a kid. "Wanna be" cool, "Wanna be" a hot dog with the girls. He hadn't so much as had a finger in a girl's little pussy. "Well, I didn't either, at your age, Jamey." I reassured him. "But I knew Rosie Palm and her five daughters real well," I added with a laugh. I expected him to laugh too but he just had a questioned look. "My hand...dicksucker...my hand!" I curled my fingers around and motioned up and down between my legs. Jamey finally got it. He laughed. Chad giggled. "Course you guys...being from Texas..." I went on, entertaining them. I made a big circle with my hands about a foot in diameter and pretended to jack off a two foot dick between my legs, "you boys from Texas are probably so BIG you have to help each other out!"