It was good that they were friends, or we might have had some problems. When they went head-to-head, tempers would flare because they were competitive...I could feel the rust coming off my football skills. While I’d been good enough to beat out the guys who’d participated in Elite 11 at the Michigan camp, I never thought I was at my best. That was something they’d taught us at Elite 11: the competition wasn’t against the other campers, it was against yourself.Yes, my inner Alpha Male wanted to. I just had to throw my East Coast date book in the trash can.East Coast dating rules, just didn't work in California. In fact no one seemed to play by any hard and fast rules in California. You just never knew what to expect next. Sure, I was in California, but I think deep down, I was really looking for the East Coast girl.I was no longer fixated on the throbing breasts, poping, out of their bikini tops, kind of girls with the great suntans. Rather I was just in search of a fairly attractive. "So I guess the swallowing is out? If so I understand, my boyfriend is one of the few white boys that aren't scared of my meat." Well make that two white boys," I said as I dropped to my knees. As I hefted his cock and looked closer, it seemed about as big around as a roll of 50-cent pieces, and closer to 10". The hood covered a bright pink tapered head, which I knew would make it easier to swallow. I pulled back the foreskin and let it slide back over the head and a drop of pre-cum leaked out.. She'll be an old woman before, or even if, she ever sees daylight again. She got 26 years and that's just for what she did to me. She still has the conspiracy to commit murder charges to contend with."I gave a sad, heavy sigh, "I wish you had met Beth, Grams. I think you would have liked her and I know she'd have loved you." A sad tear trickled down my cheek. "We plan to live here with you at the lake. We want to have children and I want them to know about you. I always said I would have you at.