As it reached meit a million little balls started pelting my body. Each tiny pellettook a small portion of fat away.As this continued I used my mind t...o push the pellets into a moreconcentrated area, aiming at the problem of my gut.The image in my mind started to change from a fat longhaired to a fityoung man; I felt a tingle run through my body as I let the image sinkin. I barely noticed, as my dick became hard pushing out my shorts, thepleasure in my body increasing as I convulsed in bliss.The. It was too much. My phone beeped in my hand, the text notification almost sounding angry. I could hear Ashlie, the blonde cheer captain, screaming at me through it.“Where are you!!!!!” it read, every exclamation mark an accusation. “We need you! We’re short because of you!!!!!”I knew that. I knew everyone was counting on me, and yet I was terrified. Husky Stadium held so many people. And it sounded pack. It was the first home game of the year, and every one at UW knew I was a cheerleader.. We looked in each other’s eyes for a good moment, taking in deep breaths full of excitement and desire in sync. We couldn’t see much of each other, but we knew where the eyes were… I could swear I saw cinders in those eyes that would ask me to kindle them and I had a spark of my own to do just that. I closed in to her lips and deeply embraced them with mine. I dared to have a firm feel of her curves, slipping down to her bottom. She responded in kind, sliding her hands beneath my shirt unto my. A short while later my doorbell rang and after opening the front door, Travis stood there and asked if he could view the gallery, having never visited it before.Several weeks before, he had made his feelings on homosexuality very clear to me and they were not very positive! His visit, therefore, was somewhat of a surprise to me.After looking around the gallery for a few minutes he asked to use my toilet. In the peculiar setup of the home I rented as a gallery, the toilet adjoined the lounge..