I should open the next boxes. I certainly enjoyed the last one."Shut up!" I yelled to no one.I know I want to, I shouldn't fight it."Please stop..." I...whimpered.I should give in. I should obey."I should?" I whispered.It feels good to submit. I should do as I was commanded.I couldn't help myself, even as I tried to resist I found myselfstanding. I walked back to the kitchen and pulled out the second andthird boxes. I pulled the top off the one labeled "two" and moaned whenI saw what was in it.. Friday came and about 9 pm I went to the store and there were several guys there and as I went back to the booths I was already hard and having high hopes of getting to suck a couple more cocks I sat in a booth and this time I pulled my pants down to my ankles and was playing with myself and it took about 15 minutes and a couple guys looking into my booth before my first cock of the night came into the booth which I hungrily sucked into my mouth.My 2nd cock about an hour later happen to be my. We finished up the joint, with Mark smoking most of it. I jumped up and fished out 2 more beers. Popping mine open, I slugged down about half, just to be impressive. Ishuck my jeans off, tossing them to the floor, then kick back once again on the bed, this time getting right up next to Mark. Mark kinda looks at me, but didn't say anything. Im rubbing my cock now up and down, behind my jockstrap, making it grow super hard, and oozing fuck juice. I tapped the end of my piss slit through my jock,. The incident cost me a lot of time with the school psychologist; neither of the jocks got anything more than a slap on the wrist.The last incident was not something even the most reasonable of the bunch was likely to forget. We had been slowly climbing to another confrontation since the day the jocks got their lumps. This time, unknown to me, it was over girls. Maria was far from the only one whose interest I failed to notice.I went through a growth spurt over the previous summer so my body was.