Then it hit me. Shit, tomorrow was my birthday. Tomorrow was my birthday and I had forgotten all about it. At work, I had been under pressure to finis... up a project and it had consumed me one hundred percent. Then, just relieved that it was over, I came home and there was my wife and her most beautiful girlfriend getting it on in our bed and now I'm taking my turn with her. And tomorrow it's my birthday. "Oh, hon. Now I get it…my birthday. You set this up. You set it up for my birthday, didn't. And when we move then, we must carry all with us or leave behind. In this place there are people who will take the things we have here and carry to new house for money. I see yet again how important it is that I will have money.There are some things that I will not allow movers to take. My spears I will take with me. No man touches the spear of another without permission, even Siefert who leads the hunt will not do so. Spear needs great work, the shaft must be chosen with care and worked until. Hands held my head firm. I struggled to breathe. My boss yanked my head back, the big Black dick covered in drool in front of my face, my mouth wide open gasping for air. A few seconds passed. I looked up pleading with my eyes. My boss thrust forward fucking my mouth and down my throat. Repeatedly. "You will get up, bend over the desk and show me your behind slut." "Ya .." A gargled response my mouth full.My boss stepped back and watched as I stood and removed the bottom half of my clothes then. I earned instant pariah status. But I was also on course to be Valedictorian. In mid-September, just after getting my braces removed, the principal assigned me to tutor a jock back from the brink of ineligibility. That’s how I met Clayton. He was a ringer they brought in on my Junior year. He played three different sports. Clayton was a tall wall of muscle and regally handsome. I mean, a young Denzel Washington, handsome. Even at sixteen he looked at everyone calmly, as if they were his.