He called out to the boys and challenged them to stop teasing me."He is mine," he said. His finger reaching my ass fondling, playing, teasing. I was n...ked, in the arms of this strong amazing man as the other boys watched me.I was filled with desire and shame both at the same time. His hand was slowly exploring me, his fingers long, strong, thick, forceful. His feel was erotic, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I was in a heady state of arousal, shame and pleasure. Robert came up behind. “But ‘tree of knowledge’ and ‘key’ in an article about ‘biblio-terrorism’ gives me the willies. I’m a little concerned about walking back into work Monday morning like nothing happened.”“The damage was pretty superficial,” Keith said. “They didn’t really get explosives into where they would do damage to the books. The façade and atrium were badly damaged, but as far as we know, no books were harmed. It was like they tried to do it in a hurry and didn’t get their explosives to the right. "More terrible waiting. "Naked. Now." Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and waited.Five. Teeth brushed, clothes aimed at the dresser and I’m asleep, dreaming about being naked on the basketball court, hoping nobody notices. The one I’m guarding (I guess it must be a girls’ team) keeps bumping me. Her team wears silly nightcaps.But then I wake up and what’s going on?I’m still on the court, but also in my bed. But it’s not my gym shorts that are slipping down; it’s my sheet. I crack an eye enough to tell that my door’s ajar, the hall light silhouetting Andrea’s nightcap beside my.