More at himself than the people who watched, but pissed just the same. We sat an listened to him ramble on and on about how humiliating it was to know... those sick perverts were getting hot from watching him, from watching all of us. He commented time and time again how fucking stupid we all had been for getting busy; outside, without confines of protecting walls.I stood, slowly walked toward him and kneeled between his legs. As I gazed into his deep brown eyes, and softly spoke.Steve, what we. I never told Dave about it, especiallyafter what he had to say when he woke up."I had the strangest dream last night," he said, standing in thebathroom door with a faraway look in his eyes. "It was about you ...well, not exactly you ... but then, not exactly not not, either ..."I finished shaving and turned to see why he hesitated. "Go on," I urged."... you didn't have any clothes on. Well, you had on your bathrobe, theshort blue one. Your back was toward me until I walked into thekitchen."I. ’ ‘What?’ I asked. ‘It’s really bad,’ Tara said. ‘Brace yourself.’ ‘Go ahead,’ I said. ‘Tell me.’ ‘He killed his father,’ Tara said. ‘And then himself.’ ‘What?’ I cried, totally stunned. ‘His poor mother,’ she sighed. ‘Why would he do something like that?’ I asked, more to myself than Tara, but she answered anyway. ‘I have no idea,’ she replied. ‘They say he left a note, but they’re not talking about what it says.’ ‘Simmons!’ coach Riley cried. ‘Stop flirting with that girl and get over here.’. ..shocked me. I wanted to touch him. I asked him if I could touch it. I was being the aggressor. I didn’t need to be convinced or tricked or seduced, I wanted to touch his cock. He wasn’t quite hard yet. He stopped touching me and allowed me to reach over and grab him. I was only touching him four maybe five seconds before I just leaned in and brushed his cock against my face and then I put him in my mouth. I took him all the way in, all at once. I started sucking him. I couldn’t believe I had.