Some 35 or 40 years ago I was on an all night prowl with more money than sense. Back then there were a number of houses in the 50s on and off 2nd Avenue. I did a 2 pop hour with one lady and wanted more, so asked her to send in the rest of the lineup. There were 2 available, and I guess it was slow so I ended up with both and the first one stuck around and "directed". While I did both in all alphanumeric positions, I only popped once more.
Went out into the night, grabbed a slice of pizza (15 cents I think), dropped into an Irish pub for a couple of single malts, and got the hankering for more. There was a house next door and upstairs that I was familiar with and I buzzed up and took an hour. Again all possible possibilities were indulged, but no finish. The knock on the door and I still have a raging hardon. I am asked if I would like to stay longer and if I thought I might cum. I opt for an additional 30 minutes, but with a relief pitcher (catcher?) to be sent in. To my relief I was relieved to be released, and sent home sore and spent. So, the score card for the night was 5 at bats, with 4 runs, and multiple swings and misses.
Oh, to be young and multi-popable again.