My uncle is a jovial guy while his son is of shy type. Muthu just completed his board exams and was in his teen age. He was plumpy, short and fair. My...parents gave them a warm welcome. They were discussing few things in the hall. I came down from balcony in my T-Shirt and shorts. My uncle was glad to see me. We had a little chat. I spoke formally to Muthu. Muthu was envious of my muscles. I did not mind that. The next day Muthu and I both had to travel together to a place. While returning we. Rob St. Cyr came into the room with his camera. “We need to capture this moment for prosperity.” He handed Brad his puck with ‘1st OHL goal vs King P.S. 2:27.’ printed on white tape around the circumference. He posed with the puck and his hockey stick.Brad held the puck and smiled while holding up one finger, and several pictures were taken. Other players also took out their cell phones, taking pictures of him. Next was the puck for his first hat trick. Then was the puck for his second hat. His hand moved the spray out of our faces and then he reached behind me, his big paws clutched my haunches and he lifted me. Then I was wrapping my arms around his neck, my thighs supported on his pelvis as his cock centered in my sex. Then we were going at it again! With this position I received more depth of his instrument and could enjoy his girth even more. While this was a more athletic stance, it allowed us to have direct eye contact. His look was mirrored in mine, the pent up lust. .. Ok..." he assured her, and led her to the door. "You get changed, I'll be right here." He stood still, closing the door and leaning his back against it, tears in his eyes as he contemplated the ceiling, knowing that on top of whatever had been done to her, his dreams had just irrevocably dismissed."Dave?" Elspeth looked up as she entered the dorm block, seeing the familiar figure walking the other way. "Sorry... it's not Dave, is it... Ian?" It's Connor, actually." He offered, with an oddly.