Which is my excuse as to how my first blow job was as a giver rather than a receiver. I look back now and don't regret it. The only regret I have is t...hat it took me so long to discover the pleasure.Like most boys fresh into our teens, we roamed around in groups, our aim to find opposing groups of girls and terrorise them until they screamed and ran away. We were easily amused in those days.The quickest and simplest way to achieve our goal was to lift up their skirts, showing their underwear.. Seeing such dedication is a reward in itself. All their hard work really showed at the games when they would perform. After all, that dedication is what made them state champs.Over the time I worked with the squad we grew very close. I cared a lot for the welfare of the girls and considered them just like daughters to me. They felt the same way and would confide in me their hopes, desires and their problems. Quite often they would ask my advice on a variety of subjects like boys, clothes, boys,. You won't have to worry about some crazy person showing up to accost me and I won't have to worry about interrupting our conversation to sign autographs."Zoe laughed."OK, let's have lunch tomorrow," she decided. "Uh, can you cook?" Not a lick," Brock admitted with a chuckle. "But I have a vast array of carryout and delivery menus. Short of that, I can cut up a mean fruit salad."Zoe had lived in Los Angeles her entire life but she had never had a reason to visit the neighborhood where Brock. "My name is Ian Carrey, and I'm going to journey up to Heart Rock."That was all. There was no lightning or thunder, or harps playing in the background. Everything was silent except for the twitter of birds and the distant sound of the babbling stream. His voice sounded strange to him in the quiet of the woods. He had never really listened to himself speaking before, possibly because he had never spoken when there was no one else around to hear him."So that's what I sound like," he said. Then he.