If it hadn’t happened then, I fully expected it to happen not long after I left town. My vanity was nicked, but only in the most rudimentary, compet...tive way; I’d been replaced.No one answered when I knocked on the Bowen’s front door. That didn’t surprise me. It seemed still too early for her to be out somewhere, but she could have been in the shower, washing off the morning’s activities or, more likely, back asleep after fucking someone hard for a couple hours. I stepped down from the porch. I was the pretty young thing, so tended to get a lot of attention that night, I must have taken eight loads of come in me before the night was through. Momma did a tonne of titfucking and her face and boobs were plastered in spunk. Mrs Parsons couldnt compete with Momma in the boob department, or me in the age department but she was not to be undone and decided she was only taking it in the ass, she left with the cum of 5 men dribbling out her stretched back door. We wandered down fuck drunk. I still had a few hours to kill before practice started. So I decided to visit my only "friend" in college (living that is), Miss Burrow. I had done this the week prior as well, a habit I had gotten myself into the day of orientation. I was still very unfamiliar with the campus and had gotten completely lost. Miss Burrow had seen me apparently go down the same hall half a dozen times before she ushered me to her desk."You're lost, aren't you, young man?" W-well I-" It's alright, no need to be. "The next few minutes were spent with four hands roving and seeking over me cock and balls. There were two "Ouch" moments, but nothing serious. They paid much attention to my penis and scrotum, but their hands did wander a bit, both of them having an ass cheek in their grip at one point. I was glad I swam up to five miles every day. My buns were solid and when I wore tight shorts the view made even straight men take a second look.Having four hands on my cock, hands attached to bodies that would.