..i was saving him till last. Toms cock tasted sweaty, filthy in fact. It didn't matter. In fact it was better. I worked on him more slowly...id rushe... harry...and now felt a little guilty. His hands were at the back of my head. I knew he wouldnt let me stop. I didnt want to. Minutes past as i slurped and licked at his hardon. All the time hes calling me names...slut, faggot, whore, sissy..,all the stuff id told him that i liked in our messagesEventually he pushed me off his cock...and. When she began slicking his precum over his cock, he gripped her ass harder and leaned back his head as he gasped for the air he needed to keep him upright.He pulled back slightly, letting her grip his cock with both hands while he arched his hips, thrusting into her hands. His own hands moved toward her hips, gripping the waist of her thong and yanking upward hard, forcing the gusset to stretch and grind into her pussy. Her eyes leveled on his, burning and dark all at once. Her grip tightened. I was very surprised at this happening at the least, but I kept on doing my thing. However, as Daisy said to me that night in my ear on the middle of the dance floor... "Just dance. You're a great dancer."Prom eventually came and went, June came, and our end of the year Cap and Gown Party was looming. It was basically a dance/concert that only forty or so of us went to. Two local hip-hop artists gave shows. I was familiar with both. One is a rapper from the North Side that had backup dancers. The redheaded shortstop was already at his locker along with most of the other rookies.All conversation stopped when Brock walked through the door."Hey," he said to Ryan, who had stood to greet him. He shook the man's hand and then handed him the wrapped box. "Just a little something to thank you for what you've done." I should be getting you presents," Ryan replied, as he tried to hand the gift back. "If it hadn't been for you, I'd be back in Columbus ready to slice my own wrists by now." Then.