Nick offered to take me to his house to play video games. He bragged on his vast collection and on the levels he had reached. I could really care less... about the games.Nick lived with his mom and stepdad. He had a really cool set-up in the basement. His room was basically the entire basement. It was a wide open area. There was a mattress top just lying on the floor by one wall. He had a big-screen TV with an XBox and other gaming equipment connected to it. The greatest thing about it was the. ” His first lesson after dinner was Mathematics and when he had arrived outside the class he had been met by a grinning Mrs Ashley holding an envelope in her hand. “Here you are Brown. Open it straight away.’ She thrust the letter into his shaking hand. Mrs Ashley was tall for a female, about forty, slim and with long chestnut coloured hair. She was quite good looking with elegant features but could be a bitch, for want of a better term, at times. It was school policy that she attended and. " Marco said.Marco was a fit young Italian guy from two doors down. He worked nights at Tops Bakery, making the next day’s bread. His wife, a paralegal at Jimms, Tale & Wesseley. Marco was of average height, with a swimmer’s build. Black hair and blue eyes. Full firm lips. Sicilian.He was wearing black boots, tight bell-bottom jeans, and a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled high on his arms.'This guy looks like he just stepped off Ellis Island,' Braxton thought. Refractory-period over, his. Without speaking, he approached, stroking his cock. He made it swell. It became fatter, longer, from quick short strokes at the base. The cock stiffed as he continued his jerking of the enormous behemoth.“Please…”“Shut the fuck up, you’re a worthless cunt,” his voice had deep, angry resonance. It was the bodybuilder. The man’s body was a testament to manhood. Bulging muscles, a colossal chest, his arms resembled some stone carving portraying the perfect man. And then you have that boner, angry.