I was the exception in many ways. Few people attended voluntarily, most were trying to make up for a course they got burned in. It was funny how many ...people from my own school would come to me for help and I enjoyed it. If I could help someone I did. Mr. Redman noticed this and started a peer tutoring sort of program. He paired up stronger students with those who were struggling. About a week before summer school ended Mr. Redman asked me to see him after class. It was weird because he served. "He wants to go even deeper but you've taken everything already. Now he's fucking you; long slow strokes, all the way out and then in again, all the way up to his balls. Uh ... oh ... yes ... uh huh," I grunted in time with Spike's fingers palpating her steaming vagina."Oh, man, I think he's getting ready to cum," I started picking up the tempo with my voice as I moved Spike's fingers up to her clitoris, feeling for it myself through the bikini and then placing his fingers, first right on top. ..8:00?" Yeah , Sure. See you then. Bye" I said and hung up the phone.As I got ready, I realized that I forgot to take a shower. I had been at football practice earlier in the day and got sweaty. I did not want to go over Rods house smelling like ass.I walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned the shower fan on. I took my shirt and pants off and threw them on the floor. As I stood in my bathroom admiring myself in the mirror, I thought of what it would look like to have Rod hanging. I knew if I twitched at all, I’d spray and lose everything. Finally, the desperate need to release my load subsided. “Oh, Mistress, thank you so much. I never felt anything like that. It was incredible. Thank you, thank you.” Dorothea cupped my balls, which had a dull ache. “Do your sensitive little balls hurt, boy?” “Yes, Mistress, they do. There’s so much cum aching to come out. But I won’t let it so I can serve you.” With a smile, Dorothea called out, “Blue balls, blue balls!” Other members.