"And of course, there is the matter of an "optional" donation," she toldthem, making optional sound on par with cancer of the eyes. "would yoube willi...g to donate?"Louis quoted her a number that made her smile just a little, in spite ofherself."Well, that would be most generous," she said, "most generous indeed."They were treated to a quick tour of the playing fields and gardensafter lunch, during which Louis saw only the second male of the day,after the black haired guard who had let them. As you draw your finger from my lips I look up at you again. You look down into my eyes as my wet lips rest against your hardness. My fingers still stroking the length of you and caressing your balls. These loving eyes show no hint of the laughter of a moment ago, instead replaced by a white fire as I lick my lips and turn again to the task at hand. You stroke my hair and face as I move on you, taking a little more of your rod with each gentle pull back. Each time you touch my face as I suck. Tim put a hand behind Jerry’s head instinctively and lifted a little to grind into his face. Tim moaned loudly. Jerry put his hand under Tim’s balls and slid his fingers back and forth. Tim thought he would cum right then but thankfully the position wasn’t right. He went over on his left side and unzipped his pants. A moment later they were below his waist along with his jockey shorts. His long hard flesh was exposed to the cool air and Jerry wasted no time in putting his mouth to it. Tim. Jeff and Ben, sitting on either side of me, quickly shushed me and pulled me back down by my shoulders, though chortling quietly.“Yeah? Well, let’s see it then,” Matt replied in a low but joking voice. He was the king of fake-gay flirtation. Always joking about it, even though he managed to get dates with some of the hottest girls in our school. Matt had a great personality, was nice to everyone, always had a joke ready and was one of the best-liked guys in school. On top of that, though not.