I stuck my phone in my pocket. My Wednesday morning schedule called for Parkour with Coach Fredericks. I put on my running shoes and headed for campus...Usually I ran the course for sheer joy of running. This time I ran out of frustration and pain and despair. They didn’t make me fast.“Get moving or you’ll be chasing me,” Coach said.“Sorry, Coach. I’m just not up to it today,” I said turning for home at a slow jog.“Too tired from your match in California? We watched the live broadcast at Coach. "It didn't take long until he arrived. Carlos, as the name probably implies, is a Mexican from San Diego, CA. He was 6'2" tall and very slender with a nice tan. He wore brown pants and a white muscle shirt with some chest hair showing. To top it off he wore a trucker cap with his black locks showing underneath. As I expected he didn't make a big effort to get done as he thought it would just be the two of us."Hey Brian How you doin' man? Haven't seen you in a while I missed you, skaterboy.". Already I am desperate for you and it’s not our first night anymore, it’s morning, so I ease my hand between us and guide your cock to my aching pussy. We both moan simultaneously as it finds its way into the deepest part of me. “Oh fuck yeah, fuck me please!” I beg because really I like the sound of myself begging, you like it too and you oblige me by turning us over and pinning me with your weight.You rise up and thrust yourself full throttle relentlessly into me as I cry out “yes” over and. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, drained my bladderand took a shower. I had an idea and decided why not."You ok in there?" Bernie asked when hearing some noises I had made. Iopened the door and staggered back to the bed more drunk then when I hadleft."Yea just too far gone" I purposly slurred. I was naked and hard. Ididn't care. I got into bed and turned out the light passing out..or atleast acting that way.I heard them laugh at me, and talk awhile. My erection made a nice tentof the.