" Coach laughed, George laughed and in turn Harold had to let out a bit ofa chuckle as well. Coach Black and he weren't strictly what one would cal...'friends'. Their history was...complicated...to say the least. And whilehe would have voiced grievance with the negro's prank, he voiced nocomplaint. Doing so would have started an altercation, and Harold Summerswas not one for altercations. Besides, voicing a dislike for the largebald black phys.ed teacher would incur questions from George. . When I woke up, I was bandaged between my legs again. Every night when I was sent home, I was wearing a posture collar. It prevented me from looking down at my body.When they finally let me see what had happened, I nearly panicked. Reader, if you can imagine the deepest humiliation and desperation a fuck toy like me can experience, mine was worse. I will describe how it happened. Michael picked up Thomas and the three of us drove to Marco's home. Marco with the exhibitionist fetish. I had been. His cock gave an involuntary twitch!‘Do you like porno, Wayne?’ I asked knowing full well that all young guys love it. ‘Yea, but I haven’t had the chance to see too much of it. Everytime I get the guts up to go out and buy some, my brother steals it from me and the pages always get stuck together so I end up throwing them away’ he said. ‘That’s what I like about videos, no pages to stick together’ I laughed. ‘Besides, the action is always better if it moves rather just a still picture. Would. " Yes, most probably. Except your favorite bit; that one must have come from his phone, too, since it clearly was shot from your stepfather's point of view." My favorite bit? What are you talking about? I didn't have any 'favorites'. How can you think that! Gross." Science, my dear. Measurement." He tapped the laptop again, which continued to scroll three biometric graphs of the processed readings emanating from the apparatus she wore about her smooth brow, her flat tummy, and her pale upper.