Mere ghar ke bagal me ek uncle rahte h apni wife ke sath aur wo log mujhe raat me ghar aate samay dekhte the aur uncle to hamesha mujhe line marte rah...te h aur mujhe hamesha puchte the ki raat me kawn sa job karti ho aur wo double meaning me baaten karte the. Mujhe lagta tha ki uncle mujhe chodna chahte h aur wo mere piche hi hamesha rahte the. Uncle hamesha mujhse acche se baaten karte the aur padosi the to wo meri kabhi kabhi help bhi karte the jaise wo mere liye kabhi kabhi market se saman. He then proceeded to reach into my bottoms and grabbed my cock, I didn't know what to do, his hand massaging, rubbing, my dick, reaching under to caress my balls, I nervously stroked his cock over his trousers, his cock was hard, we looked around and saw a huge bush, we ran in removing our trousers our hard cocks our for all to see, his was thing but very nice, he complimented me on mine was started to masturbate each other slowly massaging each others lengths, as precum started to seep out of. ” she told me.Adrenaline surged through me as I went bold. “Someday I hope you realize just how much you mean to me.” I came ridiculously close to ending the sentence with ‘sweetheart,’ but I bit my tongue. “For now, believe me when I tell you that you’re worth it.”We broke the hug and without another word, Molly slowly made the journey downstairs, ready to survey the unfamiliar territory she would be occupying for the night.I sighed to myself, both thinking of Molly and how head-over-heels I. ..Martin Janacone was furious, and smoke was billowing from his ears when he informed me NOT to pack up my locker, since he was keeping me on the active roster until a better option presented itself. I'd hate to be Crewson when Janacone decided who to cut next spring.Upon returning to the clubhouse, I found my locker had been summarily moved from outer Siberia to the second row, inside the main locker area. Somehow, I suppose it was because the locker room boys had already packed me up to go.