Jack waswalking around in his boxer shorts, and as he was washing a cup at thesink, Sonny could admire his buns of steel, two perfect globes inside th...seshort striped boxers. He walked in, through his bag at the sofa, enteredthe kitchen and grabbed Jack's ass. Jack gave a little yelp and turnedaround, Sonny gave a big smile and then with one motion went down to hisknees and brought Jack's boxers down to his ankles. Jack's huge cock wassemi-hard, swinging between his legs. He lifted it up with. A few moments later, Chad heard music comingfrom the living room. Not his style at all, it sounded very classical. Mel came back. "Show us what a pretty ballerina you can be again," Melsaid as she sat back down to watch him.Ballerina? Chad realized that the music she put on must have been fromsome ballet. She had strange taste in music, but he wasn't exactly inany position to argue. Once again, he did his best to imitate a balletdancer - while the women all laughed."I think he needs some. All that time I though I was so smart, cock of the walk the faggot had told her all about me. 'Bet you couldn't run back to her quick enough. could you, fucking queer' i snapped with real bitterness but she turned round and told me to shut my fucking mouth which shocked me into stunned silence and she added that I was an arsehole and that Ken was a proper friend and I wasn't worth his little finger,certainly not his cock I retorted. Ken lunged forward and gripped my face in his. hand so I. I want to know if she has passion in her for more than the steady pace of running. Will a simple kiss from me awaken new passions in her or will I find myself running alone? Will so simple a thing as a kiss drive her from the familiar roads we have traveled down together? I have to know! Sucking air faster and deeper than I have ever done, I saturate my blood with it. As my feet hit the bottom of the grade I look up and see her halfway up it, her pace again has doubles. She’s all but sprinting.