The finger pressure lifted, then something cold was dribbling down the top of my shaft, fingers played around and I felt as if I was going to explode ...ith pleasure. More fiddling, a presence on my cock head before the feeling of a rubber being unrolled along my shaft. More fingers playing around, gently stroking me through the thin latex. Next the feeling of something much heavier sliding over my helmet before being left covering the top of my shaft. G’s voice from below “Enjoy my work. I looked around the room, but nothing had changed since the last time I was there. There was a small study desk and chair, a few posters on the walls and a door to the toilet and shower that it shared with the room beside it. There was a single bed, and Karen was sitting on the edge of it, fidgeting. Karen was a cute little girl, straight out of highschool in a small town, here to study nursing. I had met her at one of the LGBTQ nights on campus. She had just come out of the closet, able to. Billy was turning red as he said, “no way, Coach - you’re lying!” “I’m not the liar - you are, you fucking non-catching piece of shit! Your mom sucked my cock liked she was a cock-crazed crack whore! She even swallows my load if I don’t shoot it all over her face for fun! Hell, she catches my load a hell of a lot better than you catch a baseball! What do you think about that, team?” All the boys were laughing. The Coach pulled out his smart phone, messed with the buttons then held the screen up. .. I can only imagine how much that hurts. Yeah, I know, if Dan did that to me, I'd deserve it, but it will kill me. Ouch ... Mr. Kimble, huh? Amber's father. How must her mother feel, too? This has to be devastating to her, too. Oh, Daddy, I wish that there was something that I could tell you. You've always been there for me when I've had my heart broken. You always knew what to say to me ... but now, what do I tell you? What can I tell you that would make it feel any better? Very sorry that.