" I'd really like for the Orioles to at least be among the clubs bidding," I told him."I know you would, Freddie. And I have an idea that might help t...at along." Yeah?" You know Dave Hooks?" The Orioles' catcher? Sure. I mean, maybe he doesn't know me, but I met him, during my fifteen minutes of fame last season with the big club." Dave Hooks has a little brother. A student at Johns Hopkins, right there in Baltimore." Ballplayer?" The little brother? No. Not a pro, anyway. But he and Dave are. Then I noticed that there were stickers on everything. #45 had a steam room setting with a guy sitting down covered by a towel with another guy s hand squeezing the hard cock through the outside of the towel. #68 had two guys in a forest kissing. #69 had two guys lying on a bed; each of them had the other’s large rod in their hand right in front of their mouth. My pants were getting tight from my now solid steel erection. I didn’t want to reach down and adjust myself because I knew the guy. “Dude, it’s unbelievable out there! I’ve poked more pussy. . .”“Please Barry, that’s more than I really need to know right now. What did you drag in?”Barry looked down at the trembling form at his feet. “It was her first time . . . hey you got some cookies!”I nodded knowingly and waved towards the box. “Help yourself.”“You know you got a corpse on your couch?”“He’s the remnants of a young kid Daisy did in, I think,” I offered still recovering from Cindy’s induced euphoria and Barry’s. . first time was late Friday or Sat night I couldn't say for sure. But I had woken up during the night it was quite late around 1-2am due to thirst. So I diced to go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I made my way back up stairs to my room. I walked passed the front spare room and I noticed that the window had blown wide open during the night, I went in to close it, and for a moment I paused stuck my head out and gazed out onto my street. It was so quite and peaceful compared to.