Thisstory remains the property of the author. Permission is grantedto download, photocopy, copy and re-post as long as any suchaction contains these d...sclaimers, and no attempt is made toprofit from this story. The story is fictional, although basedon events experienced by the writer. TRADING PLACES By Charlotte [email protected] is good. Life is very good! Ever since I could remember I'denvied girls and the. It was dirty, the cum oozed out of throbbing cocks, sometimes trickling down their sides, while on other occasions smearing themselves on the women’s faces and bodies. This was something Susan had specifically taken out more to see her son’s reaction, than because it was her own preference. James’s cock was beginning to feel even more alive and ready, when he felt his mother’s hand on his back.“You know James, you should learn to take your time with it,” he heard her say.“But, I’m… I… I really. He could hear shuffling feet and somebody was there before he could even react.Mark was halfway across the locker room from his locker, his clothes, or even his towel. As he stepped forward, Zach rounded the corner and literally bumped into him.Zach was the star forward for the team and a senior. He must have been meeting with the coach or the trainer.Zach was 6’7” and quite muscular by basketball standards. He had moppy dark-brown hair and was a hunk by just about every measure. He was known. Everything seemed to dim and then with a flash, he found himself in a long, narrow hallway, which was only dimly illuminated. A feeling of claustrophobia closed in about him and he ran down the corridor. He slowed his pace only when he tripped slightly on the edge of an uneven stone paver. His eyes moved from side to side, examining the rough-hewn walls of the passageway. He took in the flickering lamps, which were evenly spaced along the hall. No windows and no doors were visible, so Erik.