Jerome’s Chicago “girl-friend” was passed out in her own bed. There had been a few photographs of them together by the press, and she was young with nice tits that filled out a dress well and looked good on his arm. However, she had only enjoyed his cock a couple of times, when her husband happened to have their son—the bastard. Every other time she weirdly had passed out before they got to sex, just a little too much to drink was her reasoning.
My head lay on his stomach. This young man with the hard body; this young man who stared at me for maybe 3 minutes in the bar a couple of hours ago; this man who walked over to me and just said, "I'm Jon. Follow me to my car."
Have you even been just almost asleep somewhere where people were talking? Their voices blend into an echoing, almost musical sound. That's what I was hearing. I have no idea why I remember that, but I do. Considering the situation I was in, it's pretty strange, but I'll leave that to you to judge.
I teach 1st grade PE at the William H. Boys Academy, which I love. I get to watch 5-6-year-old boys get all sweaty during class, and then sit in my office and watch all that sweet meat shower after class. It is great, I have jacked off to the sight many times.
One day during class, I was in my office getting a head job from our French teacher Mr. Sims when I heard "Come on, get him." One student yelled and then others yelled the same thing, as I got up to go check it out.
This is pure fantasy and should never be done in real life. The story features no real athletes or events. Enjoy the fantasy and the jerk off session, but never consider doing it.
The genesis of this story started on Nifty.org, but some of the story lines required a more openminded site. I'm very thankful to Hiddenbookcase for offering that platform. This particular chapter was referenced but not included in the original series.
A man stepped into control room. "Sir, I put him in room 3 as you asked" the man said. I nodded and turned on the monitors. There was a 6-year-old boy, blond hair, blue eyes, sitting in the room crying. I looked through my orders.
"Yes, he'll do nicely" I said with a smile as I turned all the cameras on. "You have his address, right?" I asked as I got up.
"Yes, Sir" the man said.
"Hand me….another….beer" I moaned as I reached out for it.
"Son!.......That Wife ……of yo…..urs……is….h….h…hot" my dad said as he handed me a beer.
"Yeah…..bro….Look ….h..h..o..ow…she…makes…me" my brother Jim said as he pulled out his cock.
"That….that's….nothing" my dad said as we pulled out his.
"She….is…is…a…go….o…d" fuck I said as I pulled out my cock. We all laughed.
I grew up like any normal kid - played sports, teased girls, and got so sick of my little brother tagging along wherever I went. The first 12 years of my life were great. My baby brother was born when I was 7. When he was 5 and I was 12, he started following me around.