He swallowed everything. My legs were soft, so something horny I had not experienced so far.Frank stood up, "So Martin, now we're going to bathe. Your... cream was very tasty - the purest protein shake. But now you should have the day over your head for sailing ".We jumped into the water, it was cool, but totally refreshing - just right to get the head free.We drew up what was easy, finished us, and set sail.The day passed by in flight. We talked about this and that, but not about the last night. Collegefootball was taken seriously in this city and their team was favored towin their division. There was a lot of pressure riding on hisperformance. Second, classes were beginning. He was a senior poised tograduate hopefully with honors. He wanted to study law and it wasimportant to do well in his classes and when he took his LSATs. Third,was this beautiful girl he had met on Saturday night, actually Sundaymorning, and hadn't been able to get out of his mind.The guys were referring to. Okay, I admit it – when I washed myself after gym class with all the girls in the shower, I DID take extra time soaping my bumps. I DID take extra time pinching and squeezing my nipples because it started to feel good. And really, Diary, I didn’t care one bit if the other girls in the shower were seeing me do that or not. Oh, crap. Okay, I DID care. I wanted them to see me pinch my nipples and bumps. They were puffing out more than THEIRS’ were, hah! And then one evening Mommy said that. When my orgasm was done, I found myself free of Hunter’s hold. I closed my mouth over his cock, relishing the freedom to surge upwards, welcoming the wet heat it offered into my throat. He groaned as I sucked on it and wanked it, tugging on his ball sack and the root of his cock; a frenzy of carnal craving. “I want your spunk,” I whispered breathily, using my saliva as lubricant while I wanked Hunter’s cock against my lips. “No shit. I kinda got that.” “You did?” I asked innocently. “Well?”.