It was just banter. Ed was bantering, too-but he was just being funny, I didn't see any real interest there. I knew that. That was fine. I liked Ed, i...stantly, but not that way. So why would I manufacture Mike's banter as something more in my mind? It wasn't going to happen.Then again, there was that strange look in Mike's eye.Fuck it. I could not do this to myself. I had more tryouts this afternoon.Pitching, Lily, pitching. Remember?Chapter Twelve - MikeOh, my fucking head.After that. Aunt Bessie proceeded to tell me her story, about her lover that never was, the marriage that never happened, the daughter and son she never had. She told me about this house, this room and the loss of love that she had felt to this very day. I felt her pain but it offered little consolation.“I know how you must feel, Charles,” she started, “I know you hurt, and I want you to know that there is comfort for you, here in this house.”I nodded but I wasn’t listening. I shook my head. Anger engulfed. I promise... just fuck it nice and slow..." he said as he got to riding me again, nice slow long thrusts, sliding up and down my wet cock with his ass. My cock sliding in him so easy now. "fuck.... shit im going to cum again..." I said smiling as he kissed me some more. "cum for me.. Fuck me and cum for me." After kissing him some more and holding onto his ass, keeping my cock all the way in him, I started thrusting as he sat up and I was soon pounding him. His bed shaking as I fucked him, my. One day she invited me for the birthday party of her son. When I went for the birthday party, I saw her in one-piece black dress that really showed her actual stats.This is the time when my dick raised for her. I approached her and exchanged pleasantries. She gave me a cunning smile. I wished her son a happy birthday and met her husband. I came back home after dinner and shagged 2 times in a row imagining her.After that day, she used to say hi with a mysterious smile whenever we met in the.