The coach strained to force his ass back down to get control of the van, then, jet after jet of hot thick cum shot out of the coach’s cock, at first...striking Brian in the back of his throat. Over the long trip, the coach had built a massive load. At first, Brian couldn’t swallow fast enough, initially choking, coughing on the first stream, the thick white cum spilling out of his nose and lips, into the coach’s hairy crotch. Finally, Brian got control and caught up, greedily swirling his. ." You're not... Trying to... Kill yourself," Kelsey said."Ohhhh no," I said. "I have other ways to do that. This is just because it feels good."Kelsey's eyebrows climbed into her hair.Of course, that's not the entire truth. It's not like I'm a masochist or anything. I don't enjoy cutting. It hurts, just like you'd expect; it doesn't cause pleasure. But it's preferable to the alternative. I mean... Well, depression sucks. Things assail you from all directions. You're never quite sure where. At first you’re deliberately tentative and then your tongue joins the party and I brace myself for the inevitable. Around and around you go and I think I might be dizzy. Every second or two you flick the tip of me with your tongue and I feel my orgasm creep inches closer before you begin circling again. “Oh my god” I say and it’s not very inventive but I’ve lost the ability. Your fingers slipping and sliding try to grasp my swollen core from all angles but it keeps slipping away from you. . My sister had not particularly liked Kate, but she knew I was hurting bad. She listened sympathetically, with an occasional nod, murmur or little hug to let me know she was hearing me and understood.When I got to the part about sliding into home she smiled a little. I wasn’t sure why, but was I so wrapped up in myself that I let it go.“Third base is touching her between her legs, right?”“Yeah, except tonight I felt her up the whole time we were making out. And she gave me the b.j. to end all.