"OK boy, swallow it all. I don't want a drop on my carpet," he said to me. I couldn't pull away. His hands were holding my head in place pulling me cl...ser, forcing more of his cock down my throat. His cock enlarged and I wasn't sure how to handle this until he backed out until only his large black cock head was in my mouth. His cock unloaded a huge load into my mouth. After the second blast I had to swallow, for fear of letting anything drip onto his carpet. Another swallow after the fourth. Okay, he had thefaceless man, and she could be fooled into thinking he was before her.That was the first key to opening her secrets. The second key was thewords. The voice didn't matter. She had never met him, so she wouldn'tknow what his voice sounded like. Only the words were important, andthey were the key. The key!What if the faceless man took out a key, and inserted it in the vaultdoor's keyhole? Lila was very visual, and if her mind could beconvinced the faceless man had the right. Not much glory for the long-relief guy -- but, hell, I didn't care. I was 24 years old and in the big leagues! Asking for more would have been like pouting on Christmas morning!Sure, I had my dreams of being a starting pitcher, but I was determined to be patient, and to be a team guy. I was a rookie, after all. Rookies were like children -- they were to be seen and not heard.Our manager was a rookie, too -- Paul Warren, just up to the Big Club after three years managing the Orioles' Double-A. It pours into my itching womb as if it were jetted into me with a power hose. Frank soon follows with his own spermy contributions to my already clogged anus and then we rest awhile for the next sensual festival. It’s a good thing I take the pill or else I would have had three kids by now and they all would have been different colors! You see I’ve been fucking boys since I turned fifteen. Before I graduated, I’d done half the Bradford High football team. I’m just a sucker for those big.